Prayers of Lament adapted from Psalm 34 for Afghanistan
As a missionary kid in Papua New Guinea, I loved to sit in the creek near our village home and play with the multi-colored rocks. While the rapids swirled around me, their roar drowning out my voice, I sang at the top of my lungs, "This world is not my home." This song kept me grounded when I wasn't sure where my home was, but I never recognized the importance of keeping heaven in my sights—until I studied Jude's short letter.
“Cancer, most likely stage four,” announced the email. Since older women compose the majority of my Bible study group, a notification of someone’s hospitalization was not unusual. But this one? She seemed too young, healthy, and vibrant.
I feel a new weight of responsibility, a heaviness. This confuses me since life is marching along quite well at this time.
Presenting my requests to God on a rainy morning... Little thoughts nagging at my heart and mind. Waking at 4 am rehearsing all the things I must do today (or is it jet lag?). I’m experiencing the normal stuff of life. Packed schedule, feeling rushed to complete tasks, commitments right around the corner, appointments that … Continue reading Mind Boggling Peace
I am a poor sleeper. I wake many times a night. I started wearing earplugs when I lived in Indonesia because every little sound woke me up — the cry of my sons, the electricity going off or coming back on, critters running across the roof, cats mating in the rafters, kittens mewing in the … Continue reading Present Your Requests
As the nip of autumn fills the air, my mind turns to Thanksgiving. This is my reminder to thank you who make my ministry possible—you who intercede and give. I struggle every year because words seem inadequate. A gift card or a souvenir is too small. But a larger gift is a conflict of interest. … Continue reading Joy and Crown
When I was a lonely freshman at Baylor University, I found a wonderful church filled with even more wonderful people. I can't remember how I actually found this church. I think it was because the advertisement on campus said they would come and pick up students. I was a new to the USA. My parents were … Continue reading Let Us Kneel