"Even though our family had purchased a real pine tree every Christmas for as long as I could remember, I was determined not to give up the fight until they agreed..." Inspire faith this holiday season by reading "The Great Christmas Tree Debate", a true Christmas story about obedience.
God, why won't you rid me of my flaws? I'm too expressive, too passionate, too talky, too LOUD! (Click here to be encouraged through a quick story about why God doesn't just "snap his fingers".) Have you ever caught yourself crying a similar prayer? Have you ever wondered why you feel like you don't fit?... Continue Reading →
You may not be what you think you are. Find out why I've experienced all three "-verts" - extrovert, introvert, and ambivert - and how I've come to embrace who I am today (and you can, too!)
January is National Mentoring Month, and I'd love to tell you about my sister, my mentor - partly to brag on her, but also to paint a picture of how a mentor can enrich your life.
(Names and details herein have been changed to protect identities.) I knew my cheeks were glowing as red as my teacher’s cherry-painted fingernails. Salty tears rolled over my lips and down my chin. While I cried, Miss Winter towered over me, lecturing and wagging a polished forefinger at my burning face. I wasn’t a troublemaker.... Continue Reading →
Dad's Music Hat My Dad has a black, velvet, cowboy hat. He reserves it for special occasions; specifically, he only wears it when playing the fiddle before an audience. When I was a child, I tagged along to many of Dad’s performances at weddings, anniversaries, and fundraisers. While Dad entertained onstage alongside his music buddies,... Continue Reading →
My heart belongs to the Rocky Mountains. They call to me, “Come home. Return home.” The mountains are my heritage – predestined by the Father, and set into motion by my parents more than fifty years ago… Mom and Dad were married in a white church, nestled inside a little town on the prairie –... Continue Reading →
I love advent! Every year, advent becomes more and more central to my heart's celebration of Christmas. But I haven't always felt this way. When I was a child, Christmas was: Pepsi, games, candy, mandarin oranges, presents, peanuts, gatherings, thrill, and excitement. I confess that I rolled my child-eyes in distaste at "fanatical" families who made the... Continue Reading →