{I'm shaking off the dust on some of my old blog posts while I write the book. Enjoy!}  A good name is better than fine perfume, and the day of death better than the day of birth. It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death...

Surrendering the safety of the deck chair, she cautiously approaches the pool's edge. His irresistible voice calls her to come closer. As the distance between them wanes, another more menacing voice whispers, "can you be so sure that He will catch, much less keep...

Hannah. A woman well acquainted with waiting. She had the love of her husband. She had a double portion. But, she did not have a child. For her, she could gain the whole world but her heart would still lay in pieces on the ground. To make matters worse, the woman that...

His cousin was dead. More than that, he was beheaded--decapitated at the fancy of a conniving young woman. The man, of whom Jesus said there was none greater born of women, died a dishonorable death. Only the Spirit knows what was going on inside Jesus' heart and mind...

I've never been very good at communicating. Just ask my husband. I can live in my head a little too much. He and I will be in the middle of a conversation about how great the queso blanco is at Mi Cocina and I will start talking about our son, Reid, and why I think...

Nothing is too far Nothing's out of reach Nothing is too broken That you cannot redeem No burden is too heavy No sin and no disease  Everything will bow before my King ~ You uphold the universe With just one word, my Jesus The winds will blow, the waves will roll To...

  When naptime was actually a scheduled part of my day, words abounded on my blog. Sleeping infants and toddlers tethered me to my dining room table where I propped my laptop and poured out my heart. Growing kids with growing lives tether me now to my minivan....

“Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of wickedness, to undo the straps of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke? Isaiah 58:6 One of my favorite chapters in all of Scripture is Isaiah 58. At the beginning of the text, the...

In 1997, I sat among 100 or so students listening to a very young man speak with passion and a fire in his bones about a God I had known since I was a child but had yet to know as this preacher did. His Jesus was less like a felt-board focal point and more like a...

  Two men with two very good, honorable desires. One had it in his heart to build "a house of rest for the ark of the covenant of the Lord." The other dreamed of rebuilding his beloved city, Jerusalem. Both were restless to fulfill what the Lord had put in their...