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There were many times, particularly when I was a teenager and young adult, that I took great solace in hymns. Some seem to think that’s a bit odd. I suppose it is unusual for a teenager to gravitate so strongly toward “old-fashioned” music. However, the lyrics of hymns tend to be much more rich, thoughtful, and profound than your typical …
Nothing scares me anymore; There is no shame, There is no guilt. You walked with me through the Valley of the Shadow of Death; Of what should I be afraid? Who can stand against me? You lived and You died for me; Now I live and I die for You. If I am consumed like a burning star in the atmosphere, …
If I can keep one hope from fading One faith from failing One heart from breaking If I can keep one tear from falling I’ll not have lived in vain. If I can piece one life together Mend one crack In just one soul If I can be the arms that gather I’ll not have lived in vain. If I …
The following is the first in a series of faux-Psalms, inspired by the elegant writing style of the Psalmists as well as the plight of the average stay at home mom. I considered calling them Molms, but I was concerned no one would get it. While humorous in nature, don’t assume for a second these aren’t actual prayers I’ve prayed. Deliver me O …
As I read through the Pslams with the girls, I am often struck by how relevant they are to our modern political and cultural plight. This of course should not be surprising, since the human hand that penned them was inspired and directed by a divine author who has known us heart and soul since before the dawn of time. Today I read …
“Mommy, please hold me,” the newborn said. “I have never been alone, and I don’t like it.” “Oh darling,” Mommy said, “You’re never alone. Sometimes I have to set you down so I can take care of your big sisters, or make lunch, or take a shower, but Mommy is always nearby.” “But Mommy,” the tiny baby insisted, “I need …
Whenever I read the Bible to my almost-three year old daughter, I reword things slightly so she can understand and connect with the passage. Today we read Proverbs 4. She interrupted after verse 9 and said that instead of a crown, she’d prefer sparkly shoes. I told her that was a wonderful idea, because if Wisdom gave her shoes, she’d always …
I remember the moment, 9 years ago, that my dad-in-law looked at my wedding ring diamond under a microscope. He said, “I’d know your diamond anywhere. It has a really unique imperfection.” I think people are like diamonds.
I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.”
I was going through photo albums tonight and found this anonymous poem tucked away on a piece of yellowed paper: I saw them tearing a building down, A gang of men in my home town. With a heave and a ho and a “Yes! Yes!” yell They swung a beam and a side wall fell.
