You need a mini vacation. Not a big one. Just a couple of hours. Maybe you’re a single mom and have no spouse to pawn the kids off. That’s fine. Hire a babysitter. Drop them off at your mom’s. Do something.
Why?
Because you need to take a mini vacation. Alone. Read more »
This is an adaptation of the book Love the Unloved into blog format. If you’ve read the book, I’d love it if you wrote a review on Amazon. It would be totally awesome and help me out a lot 🙂
If you haven’t read the book, you can read the unabridged version on Amazon.
Read part one of the blog post.
April 2005
James cleaned himself up by going to drug rehab. He connected with a guy who lay flooring. He started a business and began attending church.
And he opened a MySpace account.
God works in mysterious ways, sometimes. Read more »
(This post is part 2 of my son’s battle with meningitis).
New hospital, same story.
Hour after hour, day after day, I smiled at Ethan, I tried to tickle him. I blew bubbles and played with puppets. All the while I pleaded–
“Please come back to me, buddy. Just one smile? Can you laugh?” Read more »
It has been almost five years since this happened–an event that changed my life forever. This is a story of faith, or how I learned to trust God enough to let His will be done, no matter what it meant for me.
September 19, 2010–A story of faithMy one-year-old looked like a corpse–his limbs as lifeless as a man on his deathbed. I paced our living room as Dr. Gilson, a chiropractor from church held the stethoscope to his chest.
This couldn’t be happening. Read more »
Cole, a reader, said something in a comment last week that reminded me of a story I’d heard years ago–a story of persistence.
But I’ll get to that later–the “why” of this story. First, let me start with the who.
(I promise, I’ll get to the “why.”)
I called Ron Gillum and asked if I could share a story he once told in church.
“I’m just going to come and ask some questions,” I said, “and take some pictures. How’s that sound?”
“Oh that sounds fine. I’m not much to look at. See, I used to be ugly. Now I’m ugly and old.” Read more »
