Helping you connect your faith with your real life
Taking a good look at our hearts and laying out everything inside is the excavation work in this spring cleaning series. It’s the digging, the revealing, the heavy lifting. And now we’re asking a question: What do I do with all that’s left? Going through my closet looks so easy as I peruse Pinterest. My feed is flooded with ideas
We finally made time for coffee. I stood in line next to my friend, smiling because it had been months since we had some time together, smiling because I had a break, smiling because it was a cold winter day and a cookie was in my very near future. It felt great. She asked what
I’m taking a short break from our Spring Cleaning for the Heart series because sometimes things feel hard and we need to remember truth. I heard myself screaming; shooting bullets of great precision with my words. Striking hard and fast over and over. My mouth wielded a weapon and it was automatic. Piercing the flesh
Looking around the living room floor of my mind I am surrounded. There is stuff everywhere. Garbage mixed with forgotten gifts. Old, dirty laundry next to that special thing I had forgotten about. Clean, perfectly functional things that are covered in the cobwebs of neglect. When we’re cleaning something out things often look worse before
I’ve deleted and retyped portions of this post over and over. It still feels scary, but I’m publishing anyway. This is not a cry for ego stroking or a pity party. This is real, and I hope you can be real too. I’m really good at going through my day, my week, my life happy.
Embarking on a Spring Cleaning for Your Heart tends to leave people at the ends of two extremes. I don’t need that. My heart is fine. OR My heart is a mess. I don’t know where to start. Either way, I will assure you of two things. We all have work to do, and with God’s help we can
As we get ready to turn the seasonal calendar page we are filled with new things to do. It’s spring after all and that means it’s time to throw open the windows, get out the deep cleaning tools and the elbow grease. There’s one spot forgotten on our spring cleaning checklists, and it happens to
In the days of youth group and young adulthood, church was a place full of life and experiences. I went there to encounter God, and most of the time I did. It felt good and normal and expected, until it didn’t. Fast forward a few years and I found myself home with two toddlers, a growing belly
