I’m a sister. Protective (and maybe a little bossy) describes me. I feel a kinship with Martha and Mary. Their brother Lazarus was sick, and he needed his dear friend, Jesus. The sisters sent word for Him to come. They waited. And waited. And waited. By the time Jesus arrived in Bethany to help, they had sat at the sick bed and then the death bed of their brother for several days. Talk about life…
Trauma and hurt have a way of quieting us. There are similarities between grief, pain, and losing our breath when we fall hard. Both of them make it difficult to talk. How can we find words to articulate the un-imaginable pain we feel? Join me over at Susan B Mead’s online home HERE and let’s finish this conversation. You can also catch me on Susan’s radio show, Find Calm in the Chaos of Life. Our…
When Simon sat down for dinner, he must have been thrilled — proud — that Jesus was his star guest. What Simon learned in real-life experience that day is — when Jesus comes to dinner, the unexpected always happens. One brave woman knew her attendance would be scandalous. She ignored the stares and murmurs. Her heart was fixed on meeting the Restorer of her brokenness. I would love for you to visit me over at…
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