Wait a Minute!

Wait a Minute!

Have you ever noticed that waiting on God often requires more than just “a” minute? Sometimes, waiting on God feels like an eternity! The ache. The confusion. The questions: “How old are you?” and “You’re still single? Why?” I’ve had people answer the “why” question for me by telling me things like: “Oh, you need to stop looking, and then God will bring the guy along.” Or, “You are just too picky!” Or my absolute favorite: “God must want to...

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Exhale

Exhale

Growing up, I was a legalistic, private school girl. I had my prayer check list and felt very guilty if I did not have that hour long quiet time daily with the Lord. I would feel sinful anytime I threw up a quick prayer before a test or as I was rushing somewhere, thinking that the Lord was probably angry at my flippant use of prayer. The more I get to know God, I have a different perspective. Now, I see that we are actually called to “pray...

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Breaking In … and Breaking Free

Breaking In … and Breaking Free

“Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion seeking someone to devour” (1 Pet 5:8). When most people think of evil and its presence, they think of The Exorcist, or some horrible, frightening figure. They expect evil to come in some painfully obvious way. However, we should never forget that the enemy often uses craftiness (Gen 3:1) and even perversions of God’s own Word (Gen 3:1-4; Matt...

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Suffering: What Is the Point?

Suffering: What Is the Point?

I’ve never been a fan of Winnie-the-Pooh. Or Tigger. Or Piglet. Tigger was always too spastic. Piglet too nervous. And Pooh, just too pooh. But Eeyore? He was my kind of guy with his tacked-on tail and gloomy outlook, “Why bother? What’s the point? It doesn’t matter anyway.” As a kid, I had a little stuffed Eeyore. He was made of corduroy and filled with sawdust. (An appropriate stuffing for such a gloomy donkey, don’t you think?) He wasn’t...

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Seeing God in 2010

When I was four-years-old, my mother woke me up on January first and said, “Happy New Year!” I asked her what she meant and she explained that the old year was over and a new one had begun. The fact that a year had vanished while I slept, horrified me and I burst into tears. Okay, I was a little dramatic as a kid, but to this day, I’m not a big fan of New Year’s Eve. Or the month of January for that matter. It’s gray. It’s cold. Everything...

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