When the Blessings Aren’t Immediate: Part 2

Once again I’ve found myself in a situation where I was obedient and the blessing I expected is nowhere in sight. After almost two years of being prompted to quit my second job, I’ve finally complied. You see, I have a little work problem. I have always, since I turned 18, worked compulsively at the… Continue reading When the Blessings Aren’t Immediate: Part 2

When the Blessings Aren’t Immediate: Part 1

I have a confession. In the 17 years I’ve been doing this mom thing, I have never paid my children for doing chores. They get no allowance for their efforts. Why should they? They are required to do the dishes, cook the occasional meal, and fold laundry simply because they are part of this family.… Continue reading When the Blessings Aren’t Immediate: Part 1

Do Not Send Us Up from Here: a Guest Post by Kate Redmon

Originally posted on Glimpses of Jesus:
 A month and a half ago, I attended an amazing conference put on by Living Proof Ministries called LIT, for women in their 20s and 30s with a passion to be Christian communicators. A month before the conference, thinking about how fast the tickets sold out in the first…

A Softer Shade of Red

At 18, living alone in a new city, there was a day I decided to wear only red. The color would be my brand, my hallmark, my calling card. In a strange new place, where I was as of yet anonymous, I could choose to become anyone, anything. I chose red. I visited dozens of… Continue reading A Softer Shade of Red

Out of Control

It’s 3:34 a.m. and I’m blogging. Why up so early, you ask? Well, at 2:50, when my husband’s stupid early alarm started whining, instead of rolling over and slipping right back in dreams, I started worrying. Instantaneously upon awakening, I found myself consumed with anxiety that I might one day develop urinary incontinence. I have no… Continue reading Out of Control

Unoffendable

I live in a household of women. Between myself and my four teenage daughters, we get caught in a crossfire of hurt feelings rather frequently. Someone, it seems, is always offended by a sister or two. She borrowed my shoes without asking; they’re not watching the movie I wanted; she got new jeans when I… Continue reading Unoffendable

Red Rover, Red Rover

Hands raised, tears streaming down my cheeks, worshiping in a sea of women at the Lit Conference, I saw a vision in my mind’s eye- all 740 of us ladies linked arm and arm, moving forward, a rushing wave. The power of it floored me and the solidarity of it convicted me. If you read my… Continue reading Red Rover, Red Rover