Refreshing Faith
My journal flipped to a prayer I’d written earlier that year. “Lord, please help me become a better communicator.” I laughed out loud. I’d just poured my frustrations into my journal after another wearisome attempt to connect with my roommate. God’s answer to my prayer was not what I’d imagined.Continue Reading
“Why did this happen?” My nine-year-old son’s question echoed my thoughts as he snuggled next to me in our oversized arm chair.
His teacher had crushed his world that day. I later learned many students struggled under the new teacher. But my son was the first casualty—at least that I knew about.
I held Brant and silently asked God for help. His gentle whisper resonated. “I’m for Brant.”Continue Reading
Jesse sat cross-legged, mesmerized by the dancing campfire enjoying its crackle and smoky aroma. He remembered watching fire dancers. If he could twirl fire, he’d show the school hotshots. He didn’t realize how close he’d inched to the fire until he heard his dad’s sharp voice.
“Don’t get too close. Fire can pop and spread.” His father pointed to the circle he’d marked. “Never cross this line without supervision.”
Over mugs of steaming tea, I asked my friend, “Can I ask you about the question you raised in Bible study a while back?”
Her dark eyes widened. “What question? I don’t remember a question.”Continue Reading