Confession: I can’t figure out what God thinks of women. I was cruising blissfully through 1 Timothy last week and suddenly hit a speed bump. Let a woman learn in silence. Full stop. Frown. Excuse me? Let a woman learn in silence with all submission. And I do not permit a woman to teach or […]
Confession: I always thought that Jesus was silent during the Passion because He was in a sort of bubble of holy calm. He was fully surrendered to God’s will, right? So He must have been buoyed by an ethereal grace, shielding him from anger, doubt, and despair. Right? I don’t think so. Jesus was a
Confession: I like picking my own plate. Do you know what bread days are? You have them, same as me. Days of laundry, days of tidying the house. Days of waking up to a normal breakfast. Days of wondering what to cook for supper. Days of the children playing, quiet projects humming, time to feed
Confession: Idiocy is one of my infirmities. in·fir·mi·ty noun, plural in·fir·mi·ties a physical weakness or ailment, lack of strength, a moral weakness or failing. I often ask Jesus to forgive my sin, but where to go with my stupidity? I know He will pardon my transgressions, but I’m always suspicious He’ll let me hang for
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Confession: Tulips are my favorite flower, at least in the spring. I love their shape and I wish my life were all yellow but it’s not. There has to be that d-rn red one in there, the one that shouts at you when you want to look at the rest. Sickness. Depression. Failure. My sister
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4. When one of my children takes a completely free-choice step toward Good. …and a bonus, because this one cannot be left out: 5. When we sing.
Confession: Sometimes I hate what I am doing. Yesterday was one of those days for me. By the kids’ bedtime I was frazzled and ready to snap. Here is one of the holy escapes I have found: I head for the road. I call it a holy escape, though the sins that lead to it
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Confession: I’ve never liked the Serenity Prayer. Anything that overused, she thought, has to turn to rot after a while. And it seems too… serene. A little folding of the hands to rest. Last month at the local ladies seminar I read the whole prayer, for the first time, and it made all the difference. It
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Confession: I don’t read enough Scripture. I could say I’m a busy mom, what do I expect? but it wasn’t easier before the kids. I find I have to overcome not just a physical hurdle (getting to a quiet corner), but a mental one. There are always a thousand objections to doing what I ought.
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