Calvary Love, Motherhood and Patience


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“If I have not the patience of my Saviour 

with the souls who grow slowly; 

if I know little of travail (a sharp and painful thing) 

till Christ be fully formed in them, 

then I know nothing of Calvary love.” 

 ~ Amy Carmichael

Today, I am sharing from the MOM  Archives…a story  from when things were beginning to get hard communicating with my then budding preteen aged daughter.

I know hard places…dry places, the weary and broken places…I guess that’s why I look forward to the upcoming journey with Ann Voskamp through Faithway as she shares her online Bible Study– check out the link – to see if it’s something for you! Meanwhile, I pray this story/poem blesses you in some way today…


When The Laundry Preaches a Sermon


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But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin. 1 John 1:7

Life isn’t all about laundry.

Think about that statement for a minute. Say it out loud. Let it roll across your lips as you stand surveying the piles of unsorted colors and whites surrounding you.

But, sometimes it feels like life is exactly  one endless laundry marathon, doesn’t it?

The Gift of Soul Security for Insecure Times (Faith ‘n Friends Post)



Hello, Friends!

Have you ever gathered around a table at the coffee shop with friends and enjoyed a nice cup of something steamy and great conversation? Well I am here to invite you to a new place to gather for some faith-based sharing in the blogosphere called Faith n’ Friends. I am excited and honored to be part of this new team of writers. I am looking forward to connecting with many as we share the journey travelling our unique paths…together!


When You Are Screaming on the Inside




I was walking along the road with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature. ~Edvard Munch



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