Identity Lost

Identity Lost

I’ve walked alongside these women. Wept with them. Prayed with them. I daily encounter people who are lost and blind in their pain because they can’t see or accept the light of Who God is and who He made them and called them to be.

When I write . . .

When I write . . .

When I was in second grade, my mom would never have guessed that I’d grow up to be a writer.  I cried more tears over my second grade A Beka Language Arts book than any other schoolbook except Saxon Math. Drawing lines and putting parts of sentences above, below, and beside was supposed to help…

Heirloom Crafts

Heirloom Crafts

As anyone who knows me can attest, I love old-fashioned things – from old houses, to antique furniture and old books. I’ve always enjoyed visiting “living history” museums, with costumed interpreters going about a typical day from the past. I’ll never forget a family trip to Old World Wisconsin (note: Go if you can! It’s…

A Passion to Help

A Passion to Help

I was practicing the spiritual gift of service for years before I realized what it was. But I can tell you from experience that serving out of my own strength just doesn’t work. I over-commit. I run out of energy and enthusiasm. And sometimes I even grow resentful of those I set out to help. I must serve God, not needs. I must let Him assign the tasks.

Identifing Your Passions

Identifing Your Passions

The purpose of our passions is to honor the One who created them in us, but we can’t worship Him with what we don’t know we have. I firmly believe everyone has a passion. Sometimes we just have to search a little bit for them. So I challenge you, do you know what your passion is? What steps do you need to take to either identify your passions or cultivate the ones you already know you have?

Why I’m a photographer

Why I’m a photographer

I am a photographer; a photographer to the very core of my being. I see the world as a series of snapshots, a compilation of images to compose, collect, and remember. As I coped through those first days of culture shock, I almost forgot that imperative truth about myself. I tried to see the world without my camera and process what I saw without a digital memory. It didn’t work.

I’ll do it myself

I’ll do it myself

Simply put, I’m cheap. I love to ‘beat the system’ and make things at home. I love re-purposing things and giving old furniture new life with a splash of paint. I love saving money. I grew up in a very self-sufficient home. We had a huge garden each year, we lived within our means, and…

The End.

The End.