“Hug your reader with your words.” That’s what Cec Murphey said. Hug your dad with your words. That’s what the quiet voice in my head echoed back to me. My dad is not a hugger. Actually, I’m not a hugger by nature either. I trained myself to be okay with people entering my very large personal space bubble. Hugging may not come naturally to me, but words do. From my mouth they often lack, but from my fingertips they flow. My dad is scheduled to have triple bypass surgery this week. Like chest wide open and mess with the most…
If you are a regular around here, I’m sure you’ve noticed I haven’t been posting much lately. Sometimes something’s gotta give and right now for me, that is this blog. In an effort to focus on my freelancing and 500 Dresses, I’ve decided 26 Letters is going to take a back seat for a while. Querying and article writing take a considerable amount of time and brain power. I’m super-excited about a couple upcoming magazine articles and some soon-to-be published devotions, but after I spend time working on them it seems I don’t have much left in the tank to…
He is risen. You know that’s right. Pretty certain that’s how Burton Guster would spin the age old Easter Sunday phrase if he were to attend church with you this weekend. 😉 (If that name doesn’t mean anything to you, you are missing out on one of the best TV shows ever.) Philippians 2:5-11 In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus: 6 Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; 7 rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in…
It was all because of the flying cheese. I was tucking my little man into bed when he made his cheese confession. “Mom, I forgot to tell you something.” (Lewis, who shares pretty much every detail of his every day life with me, “forgot” to tell me something…my ears perked up immediately.) “What’s that buddy?” “I had to go to the principal’s office today.” If my youngest had had previous incidents involving disobedience and disruptive behavior in school, this may have upset me a little bit. But as he is a pretty well-behaved, albeit un-Harms-ishly social six-year-old, I was more intrigued…
I had the opportunity to write a guest post titled A Story About Obedience and A Boy yesterday for Alphonsine Imaniraguha over at A Soothing Voice. The story is one some of you have heard, but it is one of those amazing “only God could do this” kind of things. Something I still can’t think about without tears. If you have a few minutes, hop on over to her blog to check it out. And take a look at her ministry, Rising Above the Storms, while you are there. I’ve known Alphonsine for a couple years and if you have spent a little time…