Sixteen years ago I spent my nights working on a puzzle into the wee hours of the morning. While I should have been resting for school the next day (I was only seventeen), my mind was too busy for sleep.
We have all criticized this man. Verbally or in our mind at some point. We would be foolish to never have wondered what is really up with him.
I’ve been here many times. It never gets easier. The person I look to for guidance seems to have less and less of it to offer until one day I realize they can no longer lead me.
I feel like I’m totally acing this school year already!
Our second daughter, Evelyn, was sent home sick from school yesterday.
I sat in my husband’s office yesterday listening to him share about a church someone recommended to him. Being the vigilant theologian I am, I immediately knew what was off just by the denomination.
I used to hate worship music.
This may come as a surprise to people who know me as I am today. I lead worship. My life is worship. I couldn’t see going a day without connecting to my God through this lavish response of gratitude we call “worship.”