came across this verse the other day and was reminded of how I held on to it when I was raising my daughters. My focus then was on cultivating faithfulness in their lives, and while I think that is an apt application, I also think it is a limited one.  Let's take a closer look.

I could hear my great-grandmother Cleta Mae, but my five-year-old self didn’t come out from hiding under the bed.  I don’t really remember why I was hiding in the first place, but when I didn’t come out after the first or second or third calls, I knew I was going to be in trouble.  My grandmother, Charlie Marie, arrived, and it didn't take long after that for them to find me.  I think I tried to pretend like I had fallen asleep, but there was no need to try to avert punishmen

I honestly don’t know how to sit down and write a feel-good blog post for well-meaning Christian women to read right now. 

Today, I want to talk to you about a time when God convicted me about my “I” problem. The last time I wrote for this blog, I spoke about how the temporary loss of my physical sight led to clarity in spiritual sight. As I learn to embrace God for who He is and see Him in truth, I needed to recognize that I have an “I” problem.

Merriam-Webster defines sin as an offense against religious or moral law; an action that is highly reprehensible; or a serious shortcoming. Biblically, 1 John 3:4 says that “in fact, sin is lawlessness,” a pattern of behavior that shows disregard for God’s law. 

We’ve reached that time of year where I’m starting to reflect on the last 11 months and look ahead toward the flipping of the page to yet an