Tonight this mama’s heart is burgeoning with an eclectic mix of excitement, anxiety, joy and sadness- none of which I was entirely anticipating. Tomorrow, our firstborn child aka Captain Responsible or Master Maturity departs for his longest stint away from home, and his first of hopefully many overseas adventures; a mission trip to Cambodia with his school.
I think, talk and write about love and grace an awful lot. These two forces have seeped into everything I do, and they’ve needed to, without them I’d quite literally be dead. Actually, to say ‘everything I do’, would not be entirely accurate…Read More
I’m a pretty simple gal. Not surprisingly this simplicity extends to my faith.
I don’t get the argument for Calvinism nor do I fully grasp Arminianism or Pelagianism. I don’t know where I stand on the pre-tribulation, post-tribulation debate, or any of the other -ism’s or -ation’s for that matter.
I don’t understand why we like to classify ourselves and stereotype others with denominational terminology.
I shared this on my personal Facebook page last Easter, and this Easter I’m feeling a little braver, you guys make vulnerability and openness easy, thank you, so I’m sharing it here with you also.
During my drug abuse days, Easter was such a time of deep conviction for me, followed by crippling self-condemnation, because I knew I was not yet willing to move out from under the addiction and into the costly freedom that Christ had paid for me.
Even my very brief, but incredibly destructive drug relapse, happened to fall during Easter.