“I’m so scared to trust God with my love life,” she confessed. As a single, I had the same fear: If I chose to trust God with my love life, would He interpret my “surrender” as an irretrievable permission slip to withhold my greatest desire from me? More
I used to (wrongly) think Christianity was all about what Christians can’t do. Here are sixteen things that made my list back then, that no longer do. More
What would you do if you weren’t afraid?
Go ahead, give it a shot; I’ll stand by while you jot down your answer. More
While I longed for marriage for years, I never once dreamed of having kids. First female president of the U.S., sure; mom, no.
Call me strange, but I’ve never been one to “ooh” and “aah” over babies. As a twelve-year-old eager to start earning money, rather than babysitting, I chose to detassle corn and work on a turkey farm (think hard, dirty, physical labor). When I did babysit as a favor for my neighbors in my late twenties, I put the baby’s diaper on backward. More
The Bible has a lot to say about those salty drops that run down your cheeks. Here are fifteen truths you need to know about your tears. More
You don’t want to be jealous, but you are. You feel overlooked and underappreciated. More
Why did God give me this feeling?
She wrote:
I have feelings for a guy friend. Feelings that I’ve asked God to take away from me several times, but for whatever reason, He has not. Why did God give me feelings I didn’t ask for? And what does He want me to do?
If I could pick only one verse and frame it in my new home as a constant reminder, I would choose Proverbs 19:11, hands down: “Good sense makes one slow to anger, and it is his glory to overlook an offense.” Yeah, I’m not so hot at living like this. More
Have you seen the meme “rustle my jimmies”? It came into use in 2010 and expresses strong emotional angst toward someone else’s post on the Internet. As a blog manager for the past seven years, I’ve observed my share of “jimmy rustling” in the comments section—on this blog and on other blogs. Yes, it appears even Christians get their jimmies rustled from time to time. More
I still remember where I was when Mary told me the guy I’d liked for over a year was now dating . . . her. A girl who—in my opinion—wasn’t nearly as pretty as me. I looked down at the cracks as we walked that small town sidewalk, holding back tears as I felt my heart cracking. More