where my heart and His Story collide
The Beginning The excitement and newness of God wears off. Have you noticed? After the wooing and the awe, the seeing of sin and our need of saving. The dropping in shame, the rising in grace, the washing away of old and the re-birth of a new creation... After the walking. The learning. The drinking… Continue reading Knowing and Loving
(Note: This is a little something I wrote for my lovely, self-appointed/adopted niece, then shared at her baby shower this past summer. She is a dream and now also a Momma and I love her and her entire family dearly.) For the Rest of What Comes Next… I remember the first time I saw you,… Continue reading Dear Momma-To-Be
Oh Father, I believe, but help my unbelief... How do I hope against all hope? Wait for the healing that hasn’t come yet? Long for the repair of what is broken while still staring at the pieces of what's left? What happens during the now and what’s next... When the faith I depend on can’t… Continue reading Scattered Prayer on a Worn Out Path…
Sharing some thoughts pondered this past Good Friday... With words we tried to trap him. With accusations we hoped to quiet him. With authority we began to chase him. With a plan we set to catch him. With a capture we thought we had him. With the charges we chose to blame him. With an… Continue reading With His Death
If I must choose to take a stand, may it be for Jesus only. If I must choose to kneel, may it be at the foot of His Cross. If I must choose to lock arms, may it be with His Arms alone as I bear my own cross. And, if I must choose to… Continue reading On Taking Stands and Sides in Our Stories…
Redeemed Ruth 