Sin in our lives is inevitable, especially in relationships. Can we be honest about our failings in this journey from brother and sister to husband and wife? Has anyone really gotten through it without sinning?
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The Perfect Christian Girl (part 2)
I can no longer take refuge in a life that looks perfect because it follows the formula of an extreme-conservative subculture. It was that very image that was standing between me and fully knowing God’s heart. He doesn’t want me to take refuge in a life of familiarity and comfort and “cleanness.” He wants me to take refuge in Him.
The Perfect Christian Girl (part 1)
For so long I was the “perfect” Christian girl. It was my whole identity; it was my source of comfort; it was my source of pride; it was what I lived for.
And I wasn’t alone…
On Fear
Fear is a strange thing to be writing about with two sweet children sitting on your lap. But it’s the very fact that I have these children that makes this subject a struggle for me. The thing I fear most is grief. I fear the way I would feel if something ever happened to them…
Proud of Daddy or His iPad?
As my kids played in the sandbox later that afternoon, their daddy and I sat on the edge with our toes in the sand. We couldn’t help but observe all the other kids who were like those little girls: playing at the playground and making memories, but not with their parents…
Front Porch Mentoring
One of the things I love best about hearing tales of “the good old days” is the camaraderie between neighbors and the kinship that linked generations. Little girls learned how to be women simply by being with the women in their lives. Cooking, keeping house, taking care of babies — all the ins and outs of womanhood were learned as a matter of course, simply by one generation absorbing these things from previous ones.
For Whom Do You Carry Your Stone?
For whom do you carry the stone today? For yourself? For success? For notoriety? For the accomplishment of some great dream that you have held always in your heart? Or is it for Jesus?
The fight against ugliness
As a graphic designer, I smile when I think of my job in Massimo Vignelli’s eloquent terms. Indeed, in my own small way, I am a crusader, a soldier, a world-changer. I am not merely another person compelled to join the masses of humanity that must sell eight or more hours of every day, just to make enough money to pay for basic necessities. I have a life-changing calling.
I didn’t want to be a teacher…
Apparently, I taught my brother to read while playing school. He was three. I was five. I don’t remember it, but that’s how story goes.
But I didn’t want to be a teacher. I liked helping Mom correct my siblings’ math. And I enjoyed teaching Sunday School. But I was going to be a nurse.
musical passion
I’ve been playing the piano since I was six. Like any other ordinary student, I would forget to practice all week until the night before lesson day. But after my eleventh birthday, my perspective changed with my grandparents’ generous gift of harp lessons.
