It’s Valentine’s Week, and I was daydreaming about how I’d love to send you each a note. A Valentine to let you know how much you’re appreciated. There’s a little part of my soul that’s in love with a good, old-fashioned, hand-written, wax-sealed letter, and it’d be a dream come true to send you each one. And, as you (I hope!) know, there’s BIG part of my heart that’s more thankful for you...

Let’s be honest. There are things in this life that we simply cannot do. They’re too big for us, or completely unfeasible, or absolutely unconquerable, or just plain impossible. And then? There’s the other half of that truth: Sometimes? Those are things we CAN do. They’re impossible, but hey. Sometimes we find ourselves right smack dab in the middle of “impossible”. Like, for instance, Jericho. Did you know it was...

Imagine a fireside scene… Logs crackle, Sparks dance, Conversation stirs… The air is tinged with the warm scents of fresh-baked cookies. That’s where we invite you this week… To a place of sweet fellowship, sharing not just the recipes of a traditional cookie exchange, but also the corners of our hearts where we hold cherished scriptures. Our hope through this blog hop is to join with you in starting the holiday...

Imagine a fireside scene… Logs crackle, Sparks dance, Conversation stirs… The air is tinged with the warm scents of fresh-baked cookies. That’s where we invite you this week… To a place of sweet fellowship, sharing not just the recipes of a traditional cookie exchange, but also the corners of our hearts where we hold cherished scriptures. Our hope through this blog hop is to join with you in starting the holiday...

I’ve been wrestling with this blog post for days now. These stubborn words! I’ve been stringing and re-stringing them together, hollering at them to whisper hope to the dear people!!!! …but they just wouldn’t listen. Stubborn words. And for whatever reason, when they finally came, they were in the form of a story—just a snippet of my life, a moment several years back. It was so fleeting in the grand scheme of things, and yet the...

I’ve been thinking.   It all started last week, when I saw this on the Facebook wall of someone I respect deeply*:   “If courage looks small in your eyes REMEMBER the wall of Jericho came down after WALKING around it for days, Gideon’s army was made up of only 300 men and defeated thousands, and Mary the mother chosen to care and nurture, nurse and raise the son if God was a young teenager who could only provide the...