As I abide in Jesus this Lenton season, I have incorporated this Prayer of Examen (from Latin, meaning examination, test, or assessment) at the end of my day, but it can be done anytime. This method encourages self-reflection and helps...
So, there was an election recently. You might have heard about it. And here we are, careening to the holidays, almost to the Thanksgiving table. For some of us, this presents a challenge: We expect to count our blessings over a...
You see, those lunch memories—what was in the box and not in the box—say a great deal. They represent who she is. Who she was....
I’ve seen this verse used quite a bit this time of year as one of the standard Thanksgiving verses. But what does it mean to offer a “sacrifice of praise?” This is unfamiliar terminology in today’s vernacular. ...
"The one who offers thanksgiving as His sacrifice glorifies me." Psalm 50:23b ESV November has not been kind to California. We lament as stories of suffering and death and horror continue to assault us. Have mercy, Lord. Have mercy! As we roll into...
Once upon a time, there sits a girl: freckled nose, wavy hair, on the cusp of the oh-so-awkward stage, attempting to cover her shyness and vulnerabilities with coolness and confidence. Seated with her pals at a long table on a...
The Practice of Gratitude: Part 8 Psalm 27:13-14 New King James Version (NKJV) 13 I would have lost heart, unless I had believed That I would see the goodness of the Lord In the land of the living. 14 Wait on the Lord; Be of good...
Normalcy decimated. I attempt to empathize with the victims of these recent disasters. However, I can't get my proverbial feet into their shoes. Yet I try. And I pray. Each day, my family overflows with gratitude as we compare our lot to "theirs."...
The Practice of Gratitude Part 7 Some dental pain is the worst kind of pain! Can I get an Amen? And I am no stranger to pain. At times, it has been my constant companion. I will spare you my list of...
The Practice of Gratitude Part 4 Tramping at dusk through a field of weeds with my 12-year-old, Micah, my eye was on the prize: a porta-potty. As we got closer, I saw the door bolted shut. Nooooooo! My bladder was ready...