Women harbor the power to tear down or build up. The world tells us that we are powerful to the degree we can distract men, but the Truth is that a) the grass is not always greener and b) you are more powerful to the degree that you choose to wield your femininity to help others…men, kids, friends, boyfriends, co-workers and husbands … toward obedience. There are always consequences to tearing down or hindering others, but if we...

I was a new kindergarten teacher on a field trip with my class. We had just stepped off the bus when one of my students got sick and came running to me covered in vomit. My reaction was swift. I shrieked and ran away from him, causing the rest of the class to do the same. Luckily, a parent sprung into action and came to the poor kid’s rescue as I gagged behind the bus.   So maybe I’m a bit of a germ-o-phobe. But I bet even...

Sometimes the most loving thing to do looks like the least loving thing to do.

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...

When I worked as a camp counselor one summer, I had a girl in my cabin who was horrifically slow at everything. She was a precious fifth grade girl who just took her time getting things done. We were supposed to be at the flag pole at 7:30 in the morning, but you cannot wake your girls up before 7:00 am. I had half an hour to get seven girls ready, the cabin cleaned and walk to the flag pole. Well, with “Miss Take Her Time,” we were a few...

Imagine you’re married to a really important man—so very important that he seems too busy for you. (Because someone must be crazy busy in order to feel important, right?) Well, whether he’s actually important or just really “busy,” you still feel a void. Lonely. Looking. And then—in walks some smok’n hot man who is now paid to be your personal housekeeper. He packs a broom, biceps, and a daily question: “Hey, can I help you around the house or...