I cringe and enter full-on panic mode when I hear the dreaded words: “Will you lead us in prayer?” “No!” my insides say, “Please no! I just won’t know what to say, and it’s going to sound just ridiculous, and I’m going to just look like a fool who just can’t form complete sentences and … More Please Don’t Ask Me To Pray
If a “quiet time” is time spent in quiet, and a “Word time” is time spent in the Word . . . How’s your “Word time”?? Is it like . . . A road sign: Catch a glimpse of it on your way to something else A wall hanging: Conveniently framed above your kitchen sink . … More Is Your Word Time Like . . .
Hi there. Got a minute? I’d like you to meet a few people. Well, more than a few, but just a small selection from my “impact” file. I think about them pretty often, and I can draw direct lines from my habits, tendencies, reactions, traits, and accomplishments to theirs. These are the people who made … More They All Had the Same Book
What makes me giddy? This. I am beyond excited about an app that has just been released, created by a fellow Bible-studier and gifted leader at my church. What is it exactly? Basically this: My favorite methods, tips, & tools for intentional Scripture-saturation – everything I push for on this blog – in an app. … More My Favorite App
What if I told you life is made of actions? Many would protest and offer some grand, all-encompassing, perhaps biblical or gospel-saturated answer that would knock this post completely out of the water. That’s okay. I’d probably agree with them. But just hang with me for a second. Think about the things you do. You … More How A Life Is Born . . . Or Dies
I have a very strange memory. I don’t remember people’s names. Unless I already know their names – then I never forget them. I don’t remember a movie unless I’ve seen it more than three times. Or unless it’s about World War II. And I have a hard time remembering the timeline of recent years, … More The Hour I First Believed
I am 31 and single, and I am burdened for you. You who wake up on both sides of the bed every morning. You who sit alone, eat alone, weep alone, laugh alone, live each day alone. You who continue to check the dreaded marital-status box – single. I write to you. Not as one who … More Your Single Days Are Now