In this podcast, we will consider how Jesus interacted with women in the gospels so that we can recognize Him as he ministers to us.
Israel is not really a place of souvenirs. It’s not Disney World. Or even New York City. There’s something sacred about it—about being in the place where Jesus walked, where His hands reached out and healed, where His words echoed off of simple stone walls. And something about all of that assures you that a t-shirt would not properly commemorate the moment.
Israel is not really a place of souvenirs. It’s not Disney World. Or even New York City. There’s something sacred about it—about being in the place where Jesus walked, where His hands reached out and healed, where His words echoed off of simple stone walls. And something about all of that assures you that a t-shirt would not properly commemorate the moment.
I was the kid at restaurants and holidays who always figured out a way to sit at the “grown-up table,” even if it meant crawling up on someone’s lap. I am also guilty of occasionally faking sleep on the couch so that I could stay up and listen to my parents and their friends. The Lord has been generous, in nearly every stage of my life, to surround me with women who are older and wiser than me--women who will share their stories and graciously listen to mine. And I am so very grateful.
I wrote the following several months ago, for a women’s retreat at our church. But I’ve been thinking about it again and again since then. I’ve said it here a few times, how grateful I am that God’s faithfulness doesn’t depend on our ability to have faith. We keep thinking that He’s waiting on our faith to invite Him to be faithful. Could it be instead that His faithfulness is our invitation to faith? That the reality of His trustworthiness is an invitation for us to trust?
I wrote the following several months ago, for a women’s retreat at our church. But I’ve been thinking about it again and again since then. I’ve said it here a few times, how grateful I am that God’s faithfulness doesn’t depend on our ability to have faith. We keep thinking that He’s waiting on our faith to invite Him to be faithful. Could it be instead that His faithfulness is our invitation to faith? That the reality of His trustworthiness is an invitation for us to trust?
My friend Angela sent me her post over a month ago, and I read it then, but I read it with fresh eyes this morning, and I'm so grateful for her words and her gentle reminder to draw near to the Lord. I pray her story and her encouragement will encourage you as well.
This is Katie. She bakes the best cakes. She celebrates well and is full of joy. What you hear her say in what she writes below is the perfect picture of her heart. She's real. And honest. God holds her squarely in the palm of His hand, and she knows it. And she lets Him. And she reminds people that it's also true for them. For us.
This is Katie. She bakes the best cakes. She celebrates well and is full of joy. What you hear her say in what she writes below is the perfect picture of her heart. She's real. And honest. God holds her squarely in the palm of His hand, and she knows it. And she lets Him. And she reminds people that it's also true for them. For us.
My mom will tell anyone who asks that the best parenting advice is to know your child and to parent accordingly. And that is what she did. And that is what she still does. At some point (I think it was when I was about 18 months old), she became one of my very best friends.
My mom will tell anyone who asks that the best parenting advice is to know your child and to parent accordingly. And that is what she did. And that is what she still does. At some point (I think it was when I was about 18 months old), she became one of my very best friends.
Meet Corlischa. She is one of those people who is always all-in. With the Lord. With her husband. With her friends. With whatever is going on at the moment. She is fully committed but not in a way that makes it seem like a duty. Her commitment looks more like faithfulness. She is full of joy and excitement that are contagious.
Meet Corlischa. She is one of those people who is always all-in. With the Lord. With her husband. With her friends. With whatever is going on at the moment. She is fully committed but not in a way that makes it seem like a duty. Her commitment looks more like faithfulness. She is full of joy and excitement that are contagious.
I met Brooke during the week of sorority recruitment. She kind of stalked me. In the funniest way. You have to understand that there were approximately, well, 10 people from the great state of Texas at Elon University in 2005 and even less from Houston. She was one of them. So was I.
