Grace

An Empty-Handed Christmas

December 26, 2017

he day after Thanksgiving is a pretty big day for me; it’s the day I start getting ready for Christmas dinner. It takes me a full month because, as I’m sure you can imagine, there is a lot to do! There are Christmas trees to be trimmed, mantles to be decorated, and candles to be lit. There is food to be planned, gifts to be …

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I Don’t Fit the Mold

August 9, 2017

The Good-Christian Woman Mold Years ago, my husband and I were invited to Sunday Dinner (what I would call “fancy lunch”) at the home of a prominent southern pastor. We were truly honored, but let’s be honest, it was awkward. Family dinners at my parent’s house are loud and boisterous affairs. This was quiet and proper. I’m used to standing in the kitchen to munch …

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Who am I trying to please?

May 23, 2016

The Weight of Pleasing People  I am a recovering People Pleaser. Yes, those were capital “P”s. When I say that I was a people pleaser, I am not saying that I moonlighted occasionally or let it be a part time gig. No, I was a tried and true, to the core of my being, people pleaser. For the majority of my life, I have let …

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Who am I, God?

April 22, 2016

The air was warm and a cool breeze stirred, ushering in the early spring night. Overhead, the sun was just starting to set, casting a pink hue on the world. My thoughts, however, were not as rosy. I walked alone that night; I had left my kiddos tucked in bed, my husband home to take care of them, and I walked… and walked… and prayed. …

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The Burden of Shame

April 8, 2016

I sinned the other day. Of course, I sin a lot, we all do, but this was a different sin. This was not one of my normal, go-to sins. It wasn’t like a little gossip or a tad bit of pride, it was an actual, real sin. The kind of sin that other people do; people who aren’t walking with the Lord, people who aren’t …

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Grace Upon Grace

April 1, 2016

“You are under no obligation to God,” the speaker’s words rung out through the hotel ballroom. I was surrounded by women, all busily taking notes and listening with rapt attention, but I couldn’t get past that one statement. Without even really knowing why, I suddenly found myself very, very angry. “You are wrong!” I shouted at her in my head. Christ had died for us; …

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