Gaining a heart of wisdom
Part Four: Carols I Want My Grandchildren to Know Christmas baking here in the Morin compound involves eleven different recipes. Most of the goodies are either carried or mailed offsite, and having a generous supply on hand makes party food, unexpected guests, and random gifting quite stress-free—even enjoyable. But looking at the list at the… Continue reading Overcome Christmas Discouragement by Remembering Your Powerful Why
Part Two: Carols I Want My Grandchildren to Know We live in a world described by C.S. Lewis's devil Screwtape as "The Kingdom of Noise." When we're not being assaulted by ringing phones or pinging notifications, we have podcasts and playlists pouring into our ears as if listening to something might actually be our real… Continue reading Wishing You a Silent and Holy Christmas in the Kingdom of Noise
Part 1--Carols I Want My Grandchildren to Know Expectation and Christmas are long-time friends. Tantalizing gifts under a sparkling tree, anticipated gatherings with loved ones, seasonal parties, and special menus that happen only in December add to the expectational cocktail that has become North American Christmas. Taken in reasonable doses, this festive anticipation fuels a… Continue reading It’s Christmas Time! What Is Your Hope? What Are You Waiting For?
I have a bag for everything. Maybe you do as well? If I grab the right bag as I walk out the door, I'm in business. This morning, with "the church bag" in hand, I'm pondering this question: What do you bring with you when you come to God? Psalm 95 suggests thanksgiving as cargo:… Continue reading Gratitude Is Not Limited to the Month of November
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Even in this season of the empty nest, I value its uncomplicated requirement of gathering with loved ones, preparing a meal featuring everyone's favorites, and cultivating a spirit of gratitude to carry throughout the year. Of course, that last one can be a little challenging, right? I keep catching myself… Continue reading Can I Really Persevere in Daily Gratitude as a Matter of Obedience?
Sunday Scripture "How odd," I thought as the word jumped off the page and into my startled brain. I'd never noticed it before, but there was the word thanksgiving, dangling off the end of the sentence like an afterthought: Therefore, as you received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in him, rooted and built up in him… Continue reading A Purposeful Thanksgiving Life is More Than an Afterthought
By the time my sons were old enough to talk, they were well-versed in the practice of apologizing. Four boys living in a modest-sized house have plenty of opportunity to bump into each other, both physically and relationally, but that’s not the only reason for the familiarity and frequency of apologetic words on this country… Continue reading Why is Confession Important? (I thought my sins were already forgiven!)
We laughed at his European knickers and the idiosyncracies of his speech and manner, but it was the early 80s! Any sort of multi-media education was sufficiently novel to meet with appreciation—especially at a conservative Christian college. Therefore, Francis Schaeffer's How Should We Then Live? video series left its mark on my brain. "How Should… Continue reading When the Question You’re Asking is, “How Do I Respond to this Mess?”
I nodded in agreement as my son explained the problem with his car. He had stopped by to drop off a few things and left the vehicle running in the driveway, listening for a particular sound. I waited a few seconds with him, straining my ears to no avail. His explanation droned on, and I… Continue reading You Don’t Have to Understand the Mechanics for the Love of God to Work
Peacefully moving through a wedding and the reception that follows with four young children requires planning on the level of getting Hannibal over the Alps. Even so, we had almost made it through to the cutting of the cake and the socially acceptable early departure we had planned. My husband was making a second trip… Continue reading God Provides Abundant Grace for Grief that Lurks Beneath the Surface
Living Our Days 