10 Sep, 2015
Shattered Windows
I am sitting here waiting for the police to arrive at my house and inspect the shattered window to my beloved car. After a recent move it was filled with boxes of old and treasured books, making it a perfect target for burglary. While I sat laughing with friends, a stranger was breaking into my car right below us, turning what should have been a safe haven into a place of vandalism…
I want to hear more about God’s promises, ways his faithfulness shines in our deepest fears and failures. I want to hear more stories of hope. I want to hear more about the goodness of God. I can’t help but think, though, aren’t we skipping some stories? I mean, I know the stories where God radically changes lives are the ones that stir our souls, but what about the others?...
Our busy world is flying by faster than we can change out of our floppy PJs most days. Beyond the main street chaos, there are countless women who stay at home by choice or by necessity: behind closed doors while the family is out, the husband is at work, the children are at school, or if you’re like me, dealing with a chronic illness. If you’re one of these women, it can be a huge blessing to have the ability to stay in the home. Sometimes, it can also feel like a burden as we watch the world fly by outside of our windows, wishing we could join in...