My congratulations, graduates! Aren’t you relieved, excited, and terrified? So was I.
Maybe you — like it’s etched on your heart — know exactly how you want to serve and grow in this big world. I admire and appreciate you.
But maybe you feel like everyone owns a 5-year plan, life verse, and scholarship except for you. Perhaps you fear someone jumping out from behind the grad cake table, quizzing you on your weakest subject and sending you back to high school.
Your friends are moving on, and so is childhood. You wish you had pomp for your circumstance.
Continue reading “Take Courage, Graduate”
At the end of March I shared these book reviews of my recent reads, but I didn’t expect to have this many more to share so soon.
Reading this much is not normal for me. “I am not a great reader, and I have pleasure in many things” (Austen). I set my goal for 20 books in 2020, hoping I could achieve it. According to Goodreads, I’m 9 books ahead of schedule.
Continue reading “Literature & Links (Lockdown Edition)”
March and April gave me an opportunity to breathe deep and to silence the endless what ifs with an even if stance. Even if my fears come true, God is still good and powerful. Now those what ifs still tickle occasionally, but I’ve gained ground in trusting the Lord. The forecasted calamities didn’t happen to me anyway. The time I spent worrying added not an inch to my height nor a day to my life, just like Jesus promised.
Now we’re marching into May with “grace in our hearts and flowers in our hair”* and a new horizon. I’ve shifted from fighting worry … to combatting discontentment.
Continue reading “If Onlys of Spring”
When I was younger, I struggled with fear to the point of not eating for a few days. I’m thankful for that brief season because the truth I gathered then still brings encouragement to me today.
But I’ve never stopped adding to my arsenal of “courage notes” since fear grips in many ways. Thankfully, there are plenty of words from God about anxious thoughts (Ps 94:19). He even commands us not to be anxious.
However, we know the “what if” game (while helpful for creating plots in fiction) has been so easy to slip into lately.
Continue reading “Even Ifs of April”
I’ll never forget the day my mom put out a fire.
She was cooking something on the stove while several of my siblings, one of my grandmas, and I were milling about the kitchen.
Suddenly flames towered around the frying pan.
Continue reading “Cooking with Courage”