I found my pen last week. It’s a great pen. It’s a platinum plated pen, given to me by a dear friend, with the words “Soli Deo Gloria” engraved on it. It’s my favorite pen. It just feels right when I use it…you know what I mean? Anyway, when I lost it a few weeks ago, it drove me crazy. I could not for the life of me figure out where I put it, so in order to recover my precious pen, I combed over every area that I could think I may have been. I tore my office at the church apart. I went through every part of my office at home, turning my desk inside out. I cleaned out my truck (which was horribly overdue). I went through the kids rooms and looked under their beds. I explored the junk drawer in the kitchen twice. I scoured my bedroom. I even went through Gretchen’s purse (it was kind of interesting). You know what? When I finally found my pen (in my computer bag…don’t laugh), you should have seen how my beloved pen responded – not at all. It did nothing. It didn’t rejoice. It didn’t cry. It didn’t say “thank-you.” It didn’t celebrate my diligence in looking for it nor did it magnify me as the one who found it when it was lost and all alone. Ungrateful pen… I almost threw it away again. Continue Reading »

Sorry folks. I know it has been a long time since I last blogged and since I have recieved certain harrassing e-mails (don’t worry Karen, I won’t mention you by name!), I’ve been shamed into posting a new blog. I am going to attempt to do it once a week, so pray for me that I will be able to fulfill my vow!

Lately, I have been reflecting more and more on the incredible nature of what it means to be a child of God. It truly is humbling. In the eighth chapter of the book of Romans, Paul writes that we “did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God.” (Rom 8:15-16) Consider with me what that means. Continue Reading »