My son’s face spelled frustration. He tried to get his classmate’s attention as we left the birthday party, but skating rink noise drowned his voice. After he called her name several times with no response, he gave up. “It’s loud in here, buddy,” I said, trying to reassure him. And it was. I practically ran to get out into the sunshine after two hours of musty air, loud bass and sticky floors. But I also knew he felt defeated. For better or worse, he inherited my quiet demeanor and his Continue Reading
When the Accuser Won’t Leave You Alone
I used to think once I reached a certain point in my walk with Jesus, all my insecurities would melt away. In my mind, I would become sort of like non-stick cookware. Each lie and accusation the enemy tried to throw at me would slide off, and I’d never give them a second thought. Unfortunately, I’m learning the complete opposite is true. The bolder we become and the more we seize God's call on our lives, the more our enemy wants to derail us. He will stop at nothing to distract, thwart God’s Continue Reading
The One Sure Remedy for an Identity Crisis
“For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption, by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father!”” Romans 8:15 NIV Our five-year-old is going through an identity crisis. He feels the need to remind us who he is by telling us his name. A lot. As though we may forget or something. Nicknames are not allowed. When he’s goofing off and acting silly I sometimes grab him and say, “Come here, little turkey!” Like clockwork, he exclaims, “I’m not a Continue Reading
