It was just a regular seed. In a bowl with other seeds. And July 2nd was just like any ordinary day. Until that seed was planted on that day. In a Dixie cup. Yep. With just a little scoop of soil surrounding that seed, a plant was born. A week later it was just a … Continue reading Journey [Mth 4-Day 19-Post 36]
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“Add to Your Faith, Goodness” Part 4 of 4 [Mth 4-Day 15-Post 35]
On the street with countless New Yorkers as the sun disappeared into falling ash—“Nicole Lovejoy” was running for her life.Amid the confusion, the frightened chaos, the screaming commotion, she had no choice but to flee in the opposite direction and pray that nothing worse was coming.She had been late for work that morning. So instead … Continue reading “Add to Your Faith, Goodness” Part 4 of 4 [Mth 4-Day 15-Post 35]
“Add to Your Faith, Goodness” Part 3 [Mth 4-Day 12-Post 34]
At 8 AM on September 11th, 2001, I sat in the ANTS Colby Chapel for the New Student Orientation “Call to Worship.” The Rev. Dr. Sharon Thornton, Professor of Pastoral Theology, welcomed all of us and began to share a story that united us, that had brought each of us to that very moment—a story … Continue reading “Add to Your Faith, Goodness” Part 3 [Mth 4-Day 12-Post 34]
“Add to Your Faith, Goodness” Part 2 [Mth 4-Day 11-Post 33]
Yes, I had grown up going to church with my family, done all the good-church-girl things. Yes, I started writing “Christian” poetry at age 14, which had been published multiple times. But no, I didn’t believe in God. Not until age 16, anyway. Even then, I had no idea what it meant to be a … Continue reading “Add to Your Faith, Goodness” Part 2 [Mth 4-Day 11-Post 33]
“Add to Your Faith, Goodness” Part 1 [Mth 4-Day 7-Post 32]
There was excitement in the air, a cheery 8 AM, as I began my workday like any other. On that fall morning like many before it, we could feel the anticipation of a new school year about to begin. We had all worked hard throughout the summer preparing for the incoming class and the return … Continue reading “Add to Your Faith, Goodness” Part 1 [Mth 4-Day 7-Post 32]
Reality Sometimes Bites…Into the Wrong Food [Mth 4-Day 6-Post 31]
I am writing this post from the ER at Northside Hospital Forsyth. Alex very painfully pulled a muscle in his right thigh earlier this afternoon, bad enough to warrant this visit. I planned to write a basic “70 in 7” status update tonight; I am thankful that his injury isn’t any worse and that I … Continue reading Reality Sometimes Bites…Into the Wrong Food [Mth 4-Day 6-Post 31]
The Day My Husband Didn’t Die [Mth 3-Day 30-Post 30]
I had been waiting for him to die. Since I was 17, I had been waiting. I didn’t even meet Alex until I was 24, but something in me just knew—it wouldn’t be long.This gut-level expectation made more sense when I first heard that my husband’s father and grandfathers had already passed away before we … Continue reading The Day My Husband Didn’t Die [Mth 3-Day 30-Post 30]
Ready to Live, Not Relive, Part 5 of 5 [Mth 3-Day 27-Post 29]
On the day of my deliverance from depression, I chose to actively participate in my faith, a choice I must repeat every morning. Only when I make that choice does my joy become so real, so immeasurable, so uncontainable that I must share it, just as I am sharing it with you today. I became … Continue reading Ready to Live, Not Relive, Part 5 of 5 [Mth 3-Day 27-Post 29]
Ready to Live, Not Relive, Part 4 of 5 [Mth 3-Day 23-Post 28]
Jesus had pursued me; now it was my turn to pursue Him. With the prayer and support of several leaders, I chose a corner of the chapel as my berth. I began on my knees, bent over by sorrow, expecting God to arrive and make His presence known.“Yes, Lord,” I prayed aloud, with honesty, humility, … Continue reading Ready to Live, Not Relive, Part 4 of 5 [Mth 3-Day 23-Post 28]
Ready to Live, Not Relive, Part 3 of 5 [Mth 3-Day 23-Post 27]
The next morning I felt compelled to share with some leaders about a dream I recently had: a man casually approached me with a non‐threatening butter knife and silently proceeded to slit my throat without any defensive struggle from me. I simply felt the blood drain from my body until I died—which actually felt like … Continue reading Ready to Live, Not Relive, Part 3 of 5 [Mth 3-Day 23-Post 27]
