Love and Pancakes: A Definition of Faithful Love The house number was 415 on 24th Street. A house where I learned about love. Maybe my own parents will be upset that the house on Circle Drive (my home) wasn’t the place I first remember love, but alas. The earliest childhood memories I have of feeling loved, important, and special come from the memories I have of the house on 24th Street. The house looked exactly like the other houses on…
How Does God Love Us? Love is patient. Love is kind. Just the first two sentences of I Corinthians 13 have me prickly. My prayer journal is filled with pleas to God: “Make me kind. Help me to be patient….” And mostly it has to do with the people in my ordinary life. Not the people who bug me I see once a week or less. Not the irritating FB trolls. I need patience and kindness for my children and…
Three Ways to See God’s Love Nature is not my vibe. Growing up my mom would take us to parks and we would go hiking. Sure I loved the part when we could go to the playground, but walking through the woods. Really, what was the point in this? To get dirty? To get eaten alive by mosques? Around our house we had these woods. They weren’t very big, but I never did venture to the top of the hill…
Three Truths About Daily Living After three years, I’m still walking one day at a time. Sometimes I get caught up in making plans, dreaming about the future, and fretting about my past. Most days, I breathe in the moment (or I try to) and I sip my coffee. One cup at a time. One grace-filled day at a time, I seek out God. As the Israelites walked the desert living, they too lived one day at a time. Their…