Life's stories connect lives
I know change is hard, and I know that watching traditions die in the name of progress makes us feel our foundation is being pulled from under us. I know! I’m an English teacher for crying out loud. I’m still trying to keep kiddos from splitting infinitives.
I poured grammar and documentation rules into my students’ brains for decades only to have Grammar Girl and new MLA handbooks rain on my parade constantly.
You know what else change is? Inevitable.
A precious lady from our church blessed the ladies of our fellowship with a special gift. For years, sweet Janice has collected teacups, and she decided to give them all away to her friends at church. Each of us filed by a table covered in lovely gift bags with our fragile treasures protected in dainty tissue paper with a lovely note to tell the story about the life of a teacup. The story itself was a treasure, so I’ll do my best to retell it here… [Read more…]
…like vinegar poured on a wound, is one who sings songs to a heavy heart. Prov. 25:20b
Her quick response deflated my already burdened heart as she cheerily chirped: “It’s another opportunity to trust God.” True words, but not the ones I needed in that moment. At that moment, I was struggling through something that seemed insurmountable [Read more…]
I call myself a recovering Baptist because of all the turmoil and scandal I’ve witnessed in my life worshiping in the Baptist church; however, I probably convey an inadvertent meaning. I actually love the people I’ve met in those churches, and many are still dear friends today. There is an unsettling trend though, in church broadly, that I happened to witness in those Baptist churches because… well… that’s where I was. [Read more…]
Often women will tell me how their husbands act when they fall ill. Usually I hear that their men want attention; they want their wives to dote on them, serve them, and make them feel loved and cared for. Many long for that sense of [Read more…]