“You may choose to look the other way, but you can never say you did not know.” The words of William Wilberforce, a man who poured out his whole life for the abolition of the slave trade, sank deep into my heart as the dampness of tears and the ache on my insides seemed to intensify. We sat together in the basement, as the snow fell softly on the lawn outside our safe, cozy, comfortable home. Fres...
Read More »To be seen… She sat across from me on the couch, savouring the crunchy sweet taste of toast with jam, a new experience for her. The conversation was slow, but every so often, I would get a smile or a giggle from her, and in that moment, I would see a simple contentment in her eyes. Her big exams started that week, and knowing that she couldn’t stay too long, her eyes occasionally darted towa...
Read More »I sat in front of her, as she worked…feeling small in the big blue plastic chair, wrapping my feet around the legs and then swinging them back and forth as I watched her work. Her fingers moved easily and quickly as she slipped the beads over top of the string. She spoke in a soft voice, full of a quiet persistent, passion. As the other women bustled about the room, she was at peace with me...
Read More »I believe our lives are made up moments…moments of strength and moments of weakness. Moments of broken and moments of whole. As one moment flows into the next, a beautiful picture is created. As I think about pursuing God as a single woman in my early thirties…I think about letting Him meet me and fill me. And then I ask Him “How Lord?” Sometimes the Holy Spirit floors me with convicti...
Read More »So in part one of this entry I wrote about how God has wired my heart. He has placed a dream within the depths of my soul where I long to see women share one another’s brokenness , as we point our hearts toward Jesus, and learn to walk in His beautiful love . It’s kind of a cool story …. Click this link to check it out. And now I get to share with you exactly what God is doing to...
Read More »The setting sun against the backdrop of devastation gave us some relief from the scorching heat of late July in Oklahoma. I was sitting on the hard ground, colorful markers in hand, decorating a tiny wooden change box in memory of a joyful and generous little boy named Nic, whose life had tragically been cut short when a tornado hit his elementary school. I listened intently as I worked alongside...
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