“Listen to me, Mom!” “I am listening, honey.” “No, you’re not.” “Yes, I am. I’ve heard every word you said.” “But, Mom, I need you to listen with your eyes. Mom then sets aside her
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Be Gentle
Now that we are all (or almost all) hunkered down to protect ourselves and each other from the pandemic, let’s rethink our relationships. And what do our relationships there look like? Most of our personal
Read moreStress Scratched
Has your gut dropped about what’s ahead? Maybe you’ve lost a little sleep, too? We dread potential situations. When the check engine light comes on, we’re sure the car is about to blow up. Or
Read moreFearful in the What-ifs or Fearless in Christ
Fearful or fearless? The choice is ours. This is a time in our world where we need to ask this question. And throughout our lives it remains a choice we make. Fear stalks us. And
Read moreMom’s Get Scared too
It was probably a decade ago now. But I remember the anxiousness of that night. Corey’s gear was packed. I knew how important these bi-annual adventure trips were to my husband, but I hated the
Read moreA Voice as Soft as a Gentle Breeze
“The voice of the Spirit is as gentle as a zephyr, so gentle that unless you are living in perfect communion with God, you never hear it. The checks of the Spirit come in the most extraordinary gentle way, and if you are not sensitive enough to detect His voice you will quench it, and your personal spiritual life will be impaired. His checks always come as a still small voice, so small that no one but the disciple notices them.” ~ Oswald Chambers
Read moreThe Gift of Gentleness Flowing Outward
My father had the gift of gentleness. How well I remember the tender touch of my his hand, spreading from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. He always knew when I was struggling. The caress was
Read moreDoomed if you do. Doomed if you don’t.
Dear God, You okay up there? By all appearances, your world has gone mad. Panicked in a way I’ve never seen. Our nightly television screens remind us how we’ve declined so quickly. Grocery store shelves
Read moreGentleness With Backbone
I snuggled under the blankets with a contented little-girl sigh. Grandma had just finished gently rubbing our backs and “reading the Scriptures,” as she always said. Her mellow alto voice washed over my little sister
Read moreThe Mystery Of Gentleness and Perfect Powerful Peace
Perfect Father My dad had a way of warming hearts with his smile. If he were here today, my twenty-one-year-old son might say, “Pop’s authentic,” but, Noah never met him. My husband and three older
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