“Where was God?” The country with locked eyes to the screen fumble with the question, tilting between people’s hate and religious questioning. Did He abandon those bumping and spinning to the music? Was He behind the eyes of terrorist Omar Mateen, as He calmly rejoiced, and shot point blank those he had once associated with? Was Mateen […]
The Clothing Designer On The Airplane and Loving Our Neighbor – UNITE
We were 36,000 feet up, on our way to the Missional Women’s Conference. I saw him from afar, and anticipated whether his six-foot, four frame would land on the empty, isle seat next to me. It did. We started talking. He was a world-traveling designer, for one of the top brands. I was a housewife, headed […]
The Epidemic Of Lost Identity Plaguing Our Children
I sat next to her because she was smart. Everyone knew her dad had ample wealth. At sixteen, she had cash handed to her whenever she wanted, a nice car, and seemingly everything a girl could dream of. But soon, I didn’t care as much about her math skills, as I sympathized with her cry for […]
Come Out Of The Closet, But Stay In The Shadow. UNITE Linky
“It’s like God is scooting me back, to the outskirts…the shadows of where He is.” My voice quakes. Riding passenger with my husband. Hesitant, cautious, questioning my theology. Remembering a Bible teacher insisting, “God has no shadow”. Quoting James 1:17… “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of […]
Raising Gutsy Girls: What Are You Filling Your Kids With?
It was our first SUV ever. Shiny black, two bucket seats in the back, fitting seven. I loved that rugged four-wheeler. It carried a car full of girls to birthdays, me and my kids hiking up mountains, and to the dessert, camping at The Gorge each year for Creationfest. There was that time close to winter […]
When Your DNA Is Not What You Think – UNITE Linky
Every Christmas, I passed the red flag with the vertical blue and white cross. I’d find my mom in the kitchen, spending hours on her iron press, making Krum Kaka, for neighbors, relatives, friends. I never learned how to make Krum Kaka, alongside her. Though I saw the Norwegian prayer next to the sink each morning, […]