The other night after small group, I experienced the cutest thing: The daughter of one of our members, who reminds me of a blonde, blue-eyed version of Boo from Monsters Inc.
“Boo” was delightful, adorably undignified, openly affectionate.
I’ve been thinking about how God wants—no, actually, requires that we somehow go to Him like her.
I have a love/hate relationship with social media.
Love: I love connecting with friends around the world, and knowing what’s going on in their lives.
Hate: Sometimes it feels about as fun as trying on bathing suits one size too small. I feel not enough.
One time, my friend asked what had become our custom practice at the end of our calls: “What’s one intimate prayer request I can pray for?”
It was probably telling that I didn’t know what to say.
My son must have been two when it happened: We were in a store, me pregnant, him plopped on the cart while I quickly scanned the racks for what I needed. Since the store wasn’t busy, I decided to lift him out, just for a moment.
But in just that span of time, he was just. . . gone.
Manage my expectations, manage my life.
Holding things a little more loosely, a little more lovingly, unquestionably makes for much happier holidays.
But just because we don’t want to have expectations doesn’t mean we don’t actually have them.
Some of you are shocked, and maybe a little offended, that I would ask this question because your instinctive response is, Of course God values strong women.
As the electricity snapped off sometime in the middle of the night, my husband and I groaned as the fan’s blades slowed to a stop, leaving a stuffy heat beneath our mosquito net. It was going to be hard to sleep well.
I was trying to stomach a failure—yet another rejection in my writing career—and as I sat with my husband, I shared how God’s key message to me seemed to be this idea of making “no graven image” (Exodus 20:4). Meaning, I had to be careful to not remake God as “the God of my desires”.
One of the things I (mostly) love and occasionally find annoying about my husband: He is a relentless truth-teller.
At times he thinks I want to be reminded of scriptural principles (Which I do, I do! But not when I am sinning!).