A Blurred Reflection

Tag: divine plan

  • What I learned about Jesus from the Ironman Triathlon

    Think about what it means to be strong in the Lord, and tell me what you see. I always knew better in my mind, but when push came to shove I used to believe that God wanted macho, 6-pack body-builders of the faith. The ones who overcame all odds by pure determination. Somehow, I switched out the word…

  • Pain is Holy

    “I was on tour, and a friend who was on tour with me went through a really rough valley. She experienced a miscarriage. I was with her the day after, and I asked her how she was…. what was going on for her inside. She said, “You know, the only words that keep rising up in…

  • Love Ambush

    I’ve been a crab for twenty-four hours. It all started when someone asked me a question, and I responded defensively and then the father of lies jumped in with all of his hogwash and made a mess of everything. “You’re not worth fighting for.” he said, “You are selfish at the core, and think of…

  • My Best Addiction

    Now that you all know I’m addicted to gummy bears….. (and oh happy day, I got a whole 1-lb bag of them for my birthday) I gotta tell ya’ll about my FAVORITE addiction. The one I plug into when I get upset at my boss. Or when I’m preparing to teach. Or when I’m bored by…

  • The Time When I Started a Church

    Driving along a cold, forsaken road one dark night, my radio croaking out a mournful song,  I saw a church. A church that had a lighted cross by the highway, and warm, welcoming lights on inside, as if it was open to strangers and a crackling fire was burning in the hearth. “How strange!” I…

  • The Father’s Heart

    The Father’s heart roars like a lion. He paces like a caged lion when he sees his children being abused, and his anger boils like a furnace and his muscles bulge as he fights to control his rage. The Father’s heart is jealous and he does not control his anger forever. The Lord your God…

  • Who are you AFTER?

    She plugged her ears most of the time. She had a definite scowl on her turned-down face, and the bent of her shoulders screamed defiance. She was the camper who did not like the teacher’s modesty discussion one bit. I was the camp counselor, and as I watched the body language of my other campers…

  • What if heaven says you are PERFECT?

    I once heard that when you comb your hair/put on makeup/etc. in front of a mirror, your hands are trying to conform your appearance into a ideal picture of yourself—–the Who-I-Know-I-Can-Be-With-Enough-Effort—– that you have inside your brain. I do that in so many other ways. The other week while I was at work sweeping cobwebs and feeling like I…

  • All things [NEW]

    Some days, I wonder where my Father has gotten to. I always eventually come to the realization that I’m the one who has chosen to sit wearily in my own stubborn mud-puddle and refuse to move. But often, He beats me to that realization and comes running towards me, and scoops me up in His arms,…

  • What FAITH can do

    I miss working at a camp. I really do. It feels so strange to switch worlds, as if the facilitator part of me is still sitting in the  intern office, waiting for someone else to climb inside of it. I wrote this story about three unforgettable kids I met my first summer, and thought I’d…