Are you wondering if God has forgotten about you? He hasn't. Not ever.
If God were to send you a message, I think He’d write something like the words in this note.
Chasing Clues and Catching Grace
If I could pick a dream job? Private Eye. Yup. Think Nancy Drew. I’ve always admired her curiosity, determination, and her bravery. (Yes, I know. She’s a fictional character. But she’s still one of my heroes!) In my daydreams, I imagine opening my own detective agency: “It’s Sweeter When They Sweat.” (Clever name, right?) I can picture it now… Stiletto heels (not just any high heels). Skinny jeans. A form-fitting v-neck tee. And of course—a leather jacket. Waist-length. Zipped up. Ready for action. Flashlight clamped between my
Easter Whispers: Hope is Here
This is personal. I’ve lived the Fridays. I’ve waited through the Saturdays. And I’ve felt the hope of Sunday. I bet you have too. I never tire of sharing this note. It’s truth. It’s encouragement. It’s hope. Please read it and then share it with two people you care about. People who need an extra dose of HOPE this week. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Hi. Scoot your chair a little closer. And if you’re sitting in a comfy arm chair and scooting isn‘t an option, lean in a
She Decided. She Did.
There’s something about a woman’s memoir—the kind that starts with sunshine and ends with strength—that always pulls me in. I love to read. And memoirs are at the top of my list. My favorites are typically written by a not-so-young woman whose story reads something like this… Her life brimmed with hope. Big dreams. Exciting expectations. Blue skies and sun-filled days. She had energy that made skipping in her summer slip-ons easy-peasy. Then life happened. Dreams dissolved into disappointment. Skipping? Not a chance. She barely had the
Don’t Miss the Conversation
Girl, you really need to clean that out. The young man offering this undisputed advice was right. My billfold was stuffed, and its zipper was caught on a corner of a receipt. This vault of receipts, cards, and chaos had officially gone on strike. I bet his billfold was crisply organized with no slips of paper peeking out. He certainly appeared more put together than I was. I had gone into the Verizon store with a headache and a cell phone that wouldn’t send text messages. When
There is More to Life
If someone whispered to me right now, There has to be more to life, I’d whisper back, You bet there is. If those words feel familiar, know this: You aren’t alone. We’ve all got pillows who’ve heard some version of those whispers. A couple of weeks ago, I spent a day with a group of women in Fond du Lac, WI. We talked about our lives—our hopes, fears, joys, and messes—and how we long to know God more. We want to experience everything he has for us
Choose Your Noise Wisely
“If you’re allergic to this medication, do not take this medication.” (TV ad) “Remove child before folding stroller.” (Instructions) “Caution: Hot coffee is hot.” (Sign) Good grief. It’s scary that we need these messages, isn’t it? Somewhere along the line, common sense was apparently set aside. Did you know that we receive between 4,000 – 10,000 advertising messages alone in a single day? That’s just mind-boggling! And that’s just ads! Then there are emails, social media notifications, text messages, billboards, TV commercials, product labels at the grocery
It’s Time to Plow
Growing up in a small farming community, my sisters and I knew we had really started to “get older” when dad let us plow the field with his beloved John Deere tractor. Getting the field planted depended on that plowing—turning up the soil and breaking up the weed roots. Timing was everything. Weather-watching was all-consuming. Rainstorms weren’t helpful. You’d work all night if the conditions were right. You couldn’t waste a moment. Plowing brought farming to a whole new level for my sisters and me. We would
Mukluks for our Hearts
Here in Minnesota, we are peaking out from our frosty windows, finally emerging from our frozen tundra. The days of -20 degree weather, wind chill, and treacherous sidewalks are fading. The snow is clearing, and I even saw a guy in the grocery store wearing shorts when we hit +10 degrees. (It seemed a bit extreme.) No matter the season, we Midwesterners are experts at protecting ourselves from the elements. Remember those elementary school days? We’d spend half of recess just getting ready—pulling on pants under our
Once Upon a Time, She … What?
God, you know me so well. And my goodness, you sure are speaking to me today. I’m listening. That was my silent prayer as I sat in church not long ago, taking in every word and nudge. Because I believe you’ll relate, and maybe even find it helpful in your own faith walk, I’m sharing a few moments from that Sunday. A Theme That Drew Me In It started with the bulletin, carried through our community confession, and continued in a good conversation with Steve after church.
Finding Hope in “Ugh” Moments
“Mama said there’d be days like this, there’d be days like this, my mama said.” The Shirelles pop group reminded us of this 60+ years ago. Thousands of years ago, Jesus told us the same thing: “Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows.” (John 16:33) Even though we know that “ugh” days are part of life, they still mess with us, right? This morning I’m working through recent “days like this.” I thought I’d share some of the key promises and perspectives I’m inviting
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