My friend sat next to me in my living room. I still had the pink and teal couch back then, a confection of polyester and silver thread I’d inherited that was exactly as garish and horrifying as it sounds. I put it on the curb in front of my house last summer because I’d finally…
Psalms
Sometimes We Forget He Loves Us
Sometimes I forget that God loves me. Or, to be honest, I choose not to believe that He does. I look at my daily failures, at my favored sins of pride and anger—and I think that I must be such a disappointment to God. Yes, He saved me, but look at what a mess I…
What Heals a Broken Heart
I tugged my son’s hand as we shuffled slowly toward his bedroom. He never wants to nap but always needs one. In true three-year-old fashion, he stamped his foot, pulled his hand away, crossed his arms over his chest and declared: “I not want to nap!” I responded with my regular mother lecture: “You need…
A Poem on Guarding Your Heart
I’ve been trying to post a bit of poetry around here lately. Admittedly, I write lyrics for songs far more than for poetry, but sometimes the words come across better read aloud rather than sung. Lately I’ve been thinking through Psalm 1 and the caution given in the way we approach sin. First we see…