Afraid of Africa (a post about callings, a post about courage)
Lis and her husband relocated two weeks ago to Tanzania, Africa. She asked for prayer to lighten her sadness about leaving behind belongings, friends, and family including her three-year-old granddaughter who calls her Lolly. She asked for prayer to calm anxieties about things like plane crashes and Ebola. And she asked for prayer because it’s...
Giving Voice to a Silent Killer (a blog post about suicide)
Our phone conversation left me teary. Our daughter said the news about Robin Williams’ suicide scared her. It made her think of me. Her comparison was disturbing, and oddly comforting. If I could choose an actor to be like, it’d be him. In the aftermath of his death, Robin’s family, friends, and colleagues confirmed his kindness over and over...
Too Good for My Own Good (more about suffering, more about acceptance)
Although suffering is inevitable, Sunday’s sermon shed light on how often we suffer unnecessarily. Our stubborn will is the cause. We put something other than God in the place that he set aside for himself.Our will goes something like this –We worship intelligence only to end up feeling stupid.We worship beauty only to end up feeling ugly.We...
What Died? (more about suffering, more about acceptance)
I’ve spent nearly a decade grappling with Dad’s death and with the death of thoughts that I had control over my now 36-year marriage. Both losses left me feeling lifeless. When friends said grief takes time, I nodded. However, I knew this was more than being sad that Dad was gone. It was also more than letting go of the control I tried to have...
Too Much Suffering, Not Enough Fluff (about suffering and about acceptance)
“God is more concerned about our spirituality than our comfort” came to mind during Sunday’s message about the purpose of our struggles. At first, I wasn’t anymore thrilled about the sermon than I had been the quote. After all, I just want to be happy. I contemplated only writing light-hearted, fluffy posts. You know, so I’d be known as the...
We Give God Way Too Much Credit
When I say I stubbed my toe, I mean I jammed it going 5 miles an hour into yet another cement block that got in my way. Tripping over one in a Wilmington parking lot is how I broke my nose. I was tempted to excuse the accident with a statement like “God wants my attention.” I thought about all the times I’ve attributed unpleasant experiences...
Fix Your Face, part 2 (when you fall on your face)
When the deal fell through, I fell also. On my face. Literally. Which is why in my last blog post I talked about the mom who told her young son, “Fix your face.” Her words reminded me that I couldn’t fix mine, and neither could anyone else except God, and, so far, he hasn’t. It’s also why I wasn’t sure there would be a part two to “Fix Your...
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