Little girl, I'll never forget the first morning you stepped inside my front door. I noticed your hesitation, and I didn't blame you, for you had been in too many homes to count. You later told me that you didn't like any of them except for one. How could you know if I would be …
Is Christ divided?
One Sunday morning some years ago, I leaned against the back of a church pew, and with tears in my eyes confided to a friend. This woman is a sincere Christian, even though she's not a member of our congregation. She tries to dress like us, and faithfully comes to church. Yet she's not allowed …
The Lord is my Shade
I don't especially enjoy Kansas summers, when the temperature refuses to drop below 100 degrees and the land shrivels before my eyes. The hope of spring--vegetable plants birthing in moist earth, flowers growing dreamily along the sidewalk, trees pushing out their delicate green--is ruthlessly burned on the ash-heap of summer. Every year I feel the …
For Women Who Sacrifice For Their Husband’s Calling
For as long as I can remember, my dad has flown all over the nation with a very full teaching schedule. He loves public speaking, and thrives on the personal interactions along the way. Nothing makes him as expansive and happy as giving a well-done lecture, and meeting lots of people in the process. Mom, …
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For Christian Women Whose Husbands Work Too Much
Few things hurt my heart as much as hearing these statements from sad housewives: "I feel like a widow." "I'm practically raising my children myself, and I am so lonely." "My husband works long hours. When he is home, he is busy with his hobbies and things and doesn't have time for the family." The …
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My upside-down Sunday
My ideal Sunday goes something like this: Go to church. Eat a simple lunch with the family. Take a nap. Write (with no distractions) for an hour or two. Eat popcorn, talk with Will, and play with the kids. Clean up the house and go to bed at a decent hour. I like a day …
My Love Story
“I don't like squishy food,” I said, over my first meal in the dining room at Calvary Bible School. “When I was a little girl, I once sat at the table for over two hours refusing to eat my soup. The soup had horrible slimy lumps in it that made me feel like choking.” Will, …
As a roaring lion
"I've been waking up feeling depressed," I admitted to my mentors. Shifting in my rocking chair, I set down my drink of raspberry mint tea and sighed. "During the day, the yucky feeling goes away and I'm able to function. But it's hard to get up in the mornings when I feel so awful." Being …
God’s gifts
The blog has been quiet for a bit, but hopefully that is about to change since the UPS man arrived yesterday. What does the UPS man have to do with my blog? Simple enough. He brought me a present from God. About a month ago, Elijah picked up the computer from the end table beside …
Open Hands (by Victoria Miller)
I fight desperately--straining, tugging refusing to release this gift that I demand is mine. I hold on for dear life to what I crave but it slips and I feel the whiplash from my fall. I lie, face planted into the ground my fists still clenched in rage. “Give me! Give me what I need!” …
