• Character,  Miscarriage

    Where Fear & Faith Switch

    I heard someone say recently, that no matter how brave people seem, every person has a fear. It may be heights, or death, or the IRS, or losing your job, or drowning… My greatest fear? Growing up it was a superficial one. I was afraid of being buried alive. For years, I insisted to those around me that upon my death, all organs were to be extracted from my body so I could not wake up in the grave. And then, just in case, I wanted someone to assemble an air horn above the grave, with a cord tied to my hand, so I could yank it and alert the…

  • Character,  Ministry,  Prayer

    Are You Ready for Church?

    Comb your hair, straighten your tie and pull your suit jacket on. Strap on your heels, dust your hair with a final cloud of hairspray and take one last look in the mirror. Grab your purses, your Bibles, your keys and head out the door. You’re ready for church. But are you ready for church? It’s easy to forget the entire purpose of coming to the house of God. Our motive shouldn’t be fueled by an empty obligation to fulfilling the social protocol for being a Christian. We don’t go to church simply because that is “what we’re supposed to do.” The purpose of coming to church is to set…

  • Character,  Prayer

    The Long Forgotten Service: Prayer

    Because we are experiencing many changes in our lives here, several of my posts have centered on the adventures surrounding milestones and major events. Each experience we go through together is part and parcel of a “marriage learning process” and fits the ‘genre’ of this blog and thus, I hope may be profitable to someone reading. But, setting all of this “in between time” and “adventure” aside, there has been something lingering in my mind for several days on a more practical level. Currently, Mark and I are in a transition phase, seeking God for the next move. As we packed our belongings and overloaded our Camry, one thing burned…

  • Life as a Wife

    Mark’s Graduation & My New “Place”

    Last Saturday was my husband’s graduation from Free Gospel Bible Institute. The way God moved in the service was incredible and just what one should expect at a Pentecostal school sending graduates forth into the ministry. After two weeks of non-stop activity including a picnic, a banquet, several services, a yearbook presentation, a baccalaureate and finally the ceremony, I, along with everyone else, am exhausted. Time is winding down. My final classes have been taught, our possessions are dwindling as we sell things one at a time and haul boxes off to Goodwill on a regular basis. Loose ends are being tied as I make my way down a “list…