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I finished writing “Ebenezer” and have piloted the study at my church, West Rome Baptist. Special thanks to my discipleship pastor, Chris Lodge, for letting me get my feet wet there. The pilot group was small but I believe that was the perfect environment for a study...

Why Special Chicken?

In April of 2009 the Dempsey family was grieving the loss of Elizabeth’s mother who had taken her own life. Elizabeth found herself crying out to God (as she always does) for the answers. The Dempseys were also trying their hand at chicken farming by raising six...

Selfish

It’s a funny trait for an extrovert… or maybe it is because I am an extrovert that it is crucial that I get hours of quiet each day… hours of the waking part of my day in which there is no one around, no one talking to me or even needing me… If my children are at home...

Quiet Time

I woke up late today. Just enough time to feed the teenagers and get them off to school. Then the dilemma: go meet with God or NOT. The two little ones (they are 8 and 11) are waiting for our homeschool day to begin. So I reflect. When I had all of them at home, I...

Not Simply Surviving, Thriving

I don't really have it all figured out... there's no step by step to healing... I did spend many months and even years spinning my wheels, going around in circles. My journey has been full of steep slopes, slips and falls, bumps and bruises, wallowing in the mud,...

Do I Look Like My Mom?

Last night I was told by a long time friend that I look like my mom. This was such a loaded statement and I noted that he hesitated to even say it. I know why. My mother was on the order of 50-80 pounds heavier than what she should have been. She struggled with...

How Can We Miss Laundry?

I love hanging out with older women. My Auntie was told me recently: "You know Aunt Dottie and I sit around and talk about how we miss the house full of kids and even the piles laundry. Isn't that crazy how can we miss laundry?" So now instead of cursing when I wash...

Broken and Crushed

I’ve been sitting here in the quiet for awhile meditating on these two tea cups that I have made into candle holders. The unique thing about them is that they were made in the 60s in Japan and they are not exactly alike. Most things we buy today are factory made and...

New Year Resolution

With holiday season and the coming of the New Year, my spirit has been plagued with unrest. Several times my husband and I have tried to pin point the source of this unrest and the only thing I truly understood was that I am angry. This may not be a problem for many...

Consumed with Grief

This year ends with loved ones lost. I have struggled and fought through the Christmas season because there are empty places at the table. Those loved ones did not die of natural causes. They died by their own hand. This is not the kind of death that leaves a sense of...

Mom’s Jewelry Box

This weekend I spent a long time picking through my mother’s jewelry and it grieved me that it was piles upon piles of cheap costume jewelry. Not much of it is things I like, but I smiled remembering how much she loved to buy and wear big, shiny earrings and...

I am the Clay

Isaiah 45 was today's passage and this is one of my favorite verses because I couldn't fully convey the number of times I have argued with God about the way he made me. It says: Does a clay pot dare argue with its maker, a pot that is like all the others? Does the...

To Write Love On Her Arm

To Write Love On Her Arm

Tonight I joined thousands of people across the world who are writing love on the arms of people who desperately need to know, deep down, that they are loved. Last night my husband wrote LOVE on my arm and tonight we drove across the county to write LOVE on my nieces...