When life gets out of control and fear creeps in

When life gets out of control and fear creeps in

Do you feel afraid of what’s ahead? Maybe it’s changes that you’re anticipating—a new season for the family, new job, new commitments. Or maybe it’s the old that you’re afraid of. You’re afraid the old problems will stay the same and you can’t handle them much longer....
Do you have the heart of a pilgrim? 6 questions to help you know.

Do you have the heart of a pilgrim? 6 questions to help you know.

Do you have the heart of a pilgrim? Don’t worry. I’m not about to hand you a bushel of corn and sign you up for a Thanksgiving play. But last week, I read this verse in Psalms 84 and it caught my attention… “Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have...
Parenting Counter Culturally – 3 Ways It’s Good to be Different

Parenting Counter Culturally – 3 Ways It’s Good to be Different

Our family lived in a foreign country for nearly 10 years between Costa Rica and Venezuela. We knew what it was like to stand out as foreigners because as much as we tried to fit in, we never fully did. All I had to do was speak and my accent gave me away—as if my...
Talk Less. Listen more. 3 tips to be a better listener

Talk Less. Listen more. 3 tips to be a better listener

“It was great to walk together. You were such fun to talk with.” I waved goodbye–we were too sweaty for a hug—and I smiled at her parting comment as I walked down the stairs. It was an unusual rainy day in Abilene, so I sought cover for a walk in the recreation...
A letter to my skeptical friend with a bad aftertaste of God

A letter to my skeptical friend with a bad aftertaste of God

Dear skeptical friend, I thought of you today when I read these words, “Taste and see that the Lord is good.” I love that image because I’ve savored God’s goodness all my life. But while I reflected on God’s goodness, I also remembered you, my friend, who aren’t so...
When “Thanks!” is enough

When “Thanks!” is enough

Last week I told you about Miguel washing my feet while I sat at the riverside in the Dominican Republic (you can read the full story here). My dirty feet took me down a path to see my heart in the story of Jesus washing his disciple’s feet, which also helped me see...