Parts of us still feel like we’re very much en route. We are jostled and bumped and taped and torn. We long, we ache, we grieve and we falter. We feel very Fragile, Handle with Care.
At age four, my father was crippled by rheumatic fever. He endured numerous surgeries throughout his life to return functionality to his frozen joints and limbs. As a child, he was mocked at school. As a teen, he would have …
“I can’t wait till three years from now,” Connor sighed this past Sunday. We had been chatting lightly about summer camp, where he’s currently spending the week. In three years, his sister will be old enough to attend, and I …
Today’s post is for all the girls who, like me, often wish they were a “better” whatever — you fill in the blank. If you haven’t read the previous entry in The Colossians Project, this one will make a lot …
In late September of 2002, God spoke to me. You will soon be leaving the life you know to follow your husband. That was all, no more and no less. I was washing dishes at the same sink where I …
As we’ve already learned in this Colossians study, the Apostle Paul writes to the Colossians from prison in Rome. He longs to hear word that they have remained faithful to Christ, for whom he pours out his life. But Colossae …
