I used to think that praying for myself was selfish because I didn’t want to put my desires in the spotlight. I would often ignore praying for myself altogether, but when I would pray for myself, I’d feel guilty about it. Then I started to wonder: Am I missing something? There are multiple accounts of … Continue reading Is Praying for Yourself Selfish?
The concept of self-care has been growing in popularity the last few years. If you are worn out and overworked, you are told you need to #treatyourself because #youdeserveit. Our energy doesn’t last forever; after all, we are only human and sometimes need a break. Even Jesus, who was fully God as well as fully … Continue reading Self-Care Life Hack
My son loves playdough, and quite frankly, so do I. You can squeeze it, stretch it, roll it, and mold it into whatever shape you want. If B wants to build a snowman, rather a playdough-man, he can roll a few pieces up, stick them together, and he's just about done. If he's finished with … Continue reading False Gods Named “Jesus”
Romans teaches us that “all things work together for good.” But what is this “good”? Our goals? The “American Dream”? Did Jesus come to tell us that we are Lord or that He is? The Bible doesn’t float around our heads. Biblical history and theology do not revolve around us. We are not the main … Continue reading For Good??
We are more than broken victims of this world needing a Healer and Comforter. We are also rebels who ran away from the King of all that is good; we are slaves to evil. Dead; no pulse. Nothing. Chest compressions. One, two, seventy-two, nothing. We need a miraculous blood transfusion to give us life—not just … Continue reading Blood for the Dead: The Gospel
Insomnia is a funny thing. 11 pm, and my brain’s like an over excited preteen at a sleepover party. “Let’s stay up all night looooong, girl! I’ll get the snacks!” 3 am like, “You got this! Not even tired yet! What’s next? Read an entire book? Try a new recipe? Run a marathon?” The only time … Continue reading Insomnia
I used to be type A. Needed all my ducks in a row—and quacking in unison, only on command. Then I had to ask myself: Is this a personality quirk... or am I taking things too far? At what point does my desire for order and precision become an idol? If asked to take my … Continue reading Type A