As I have browsed online articles, and scrolled through my Facebook news-feed over the past few days, I couldn’t help but notice an overwhelming sense of fear, anxiety, frustration, anger and in some cases, hopelessness, reflected back at me. Tensions are high right now.
Transitions are hard. It’s especially hard, if you aren’t a fan of the changes unfolding around you.
As I was thinking about this, a scripture popped into my mind. John 14:27 says, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” Continue reading
Have you ever wondered if God really sees you or cares about your circumstances?
There’s a beautiful story found in the gospel of Mark about a woman who suffered with an unfortunate medical condition. The condition caused her to bleed continually and she lived with this burden for twelve long years. During this time, she spent all the money that she had visiting multiple doctors and undergoing numerous medical treatments. However, instead of finding relief, her condition got worse. Continue reading
Over the past several weeks, I have been reading through the Gospel of John. It’s fascinating to me, how such a familiar book can still surprise me. There is always something new to discover and reflect upon.
For instance, I have really enjoyed reacquainting myself with well-loved Bible verses and stories about Jesus’ life. But the thing that has really stood out to me, quite unexpectedly, is the prevalent theme of disbelief found within the gospel.
Over and over again, despite the incredible signs and wonders that Jesus performed, many people struggled to believe in Him. Continue reading
This morning my six-year-old son looked at me with big innocent blue eyes, a box of cereal in his hand, and with a voice as sweet as honey, asked me, “Mom, can you serve me at the table?”
I was a little surprised to say the least. Not because he wanted me to bring him his breakfast at the table. This isn’t an out of the ordinary event at our house. It wasn’t even the cordial manner in which he asked, although that did catch me a little off guard.
I think it was his choice of words: “Serve me.” Continue reading