Rooted Mondays: In His Wake

I started reading the Psalms when I began studying 1 Samuel. It seemed fitting, to read David’s story while also reading his laments and praises to God from his perspective. This morning I woke up wrought with frustration. My two oldest boys were in the other room yelling loudly while playing with their Legos, andContinue reading “Rooted Mondays: In His Wake”

Soothing Lullabies for a Weary Soul

So here I am in the place of worship, eyes open, drinking in your strength and glory. In your generous love I am really living at last! My lips brim praises like fountains. I bless you every time I take a breath; My arms wave like banners of praise to you. Psalm 63, The MessageContinue reading “Soothing Lullabies for a Weary Soul”

Two Years, Seven Months

I was making soup while I cried. My boys were running around behind me, my husband working steadily on his work, and I wanted to throw the pan across the kitchen. “Why does this always happen to us?” I asked. I concentrated on the butter as it melted in the pan, disappearing into a yellowContinue reading “Two Years, Seven Months”

How to Hear God

As a 15 year old Christian teenager, I listened to the band Barlow Girl on the regular. I downloaded all their music, burned it to CDs and listened to it almost everyday. I loved the song “She Walked Away”. It kind of tells the story of the lost son in Luke 15. It quoted a few versesContinue reading “How to Hear God”

The Reality of Being Poor

I used to hide my money in my socks. It was maybe the year I turned 10. Young enough to still receive mostly gifts on my birthday but also old enough to begin to marvel at finding $5 bills in a card from my grandma. I received some money that year, and I decided theContinue reading “The Reality of Being Poor”