If purpose is part of the reason we’re here, it seems like it should be easier to find. I mean really. Why must we get lost in the woods like Hansel and Gretel trying to follow a half eaten trail of bread crumbs? And why, when we’re trying to find our way, does the trail often lead to the witch’s house? Shouldn’t...
Hi. I’m amy. And I am a complicated person. As I’ve told my friends for years, “It’s not easy being me.” I am high maintenance. Not like The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, but like that statue- The Thinker. Just ask my hair stylist- I drive her crazy. She gives me these gorgeous haircuts and highlights and I wear ponytails and baseball caps. Or...
Most everyone I know is going through a phase of “happily ever after” isn’t rainbows, but we don’t know if this is normal or not. What do you do when you learn “happily ever after” isn’t what you thought? Like many little girls, I believed I could have a life like american movies. Prince Charming. A passel of well-dressed, well-behaved children....
“Every Facebook post is about pregnancy, engagement, a new job, or new adventure. I’m genuinely happy for them but it comes with an initial twinge of jealousy.” -A When I receive a question like this, my first and most basic response is- “Me too.” Then I wonder, “What is operating inside of us that makes us want what we don’t have?” This question...
Question: How can I handle criticism better? Response: Criticism can be the worst. Just the other day… Sting 1. I’d been on a low carb food watch. That’s code for “I’d been trying to cut out bread, chips and pasta, but still eating dark chocolate and drinking red wine.” It was going so-so except for the part where having fewer carbs makes me...
I didn’t know why I was so upset, then it hit me… My son and I were headed to a friend’s home for a visit. She had received some alarming results on a cat scan a few days before Thanksgiving. We were praying and standing firm that additional reports would be positive. But this was a time of waiting. Of not...
God will give us success; then we will arise and build. I’d been praying Nehemiah 2:20 every single day for 3 months. I’d come to dread this hot air prayer because it felt empty and pointless. God had not “given me success” in the area I most craved it and I certainly didn’t feel like I was building much of anything. (The details are...
I have a confession to make. It’s really weird. (Or at least I would have thought it was if you told me you were doing it.) Ready? (You may or may not suddenly imagine Charlton Heston as you read this.) I’ve started reading the 10 commandments out loud every morning. I bet you’ll have one of three reactions to that statement. “How archaic and weird.” “Oh...
I’ve been riding a mountain bike for a few years. I use the term “riding” loosely because my experience often includes “pushing” my bike over boulders, “walking” it down steep slopes, and “scooting” across narrow bridges like a toddler on a toy. So more accurately, “I’ve been ride-push-scoot-walking a mountain bike for a few years.” My eleven-year old son, Sam, rides too....
I used to run regularly. And slowly. And awkwardly. And laboriously. No matter- I still ran. It came with gut-wrenching effort, aches, pains, and a burning in my throat when I gasped for air. I had to push myself through the last quarter inch of whatever distance I’d decided to go. And I loved it. Not because running came naturally to me...
