You behind. You before. You all around and on every side and in every crevice. We’re swimming in a sea of You and yet find the joy of child-like play on Your shores. Deep enough to never plumb the depths, safe enough to come in our youth and innocence and feeble ways. We find You
Women’s ministry: two little words that evoke such emotive responses. Over the last several weeks I have been discussing women’s ministry with several of the women in our local body. There are studies we’re hoping to form, groups we’re hoping to assemble, and events we’d like to plan. As long as I have been a part
I hold the plate delicately. It feels light in my hands, and yet bears an unspoken weight. I turn it carefully in my hand, intentional to make it accessible to all who approach. “This is body of Christ,” I say with familiarity and resonance. “It is broken for you.” The words fall familiar on our
About two years ago I was asked to speak on the topic of female friendships for a women’s seminar. The simple question boiled up in me this overwhelming sense of undoing. It was one of those public moments where you feel as if everything you are thinking is evidenced on your face, in your posture,
I let go of his hand, draped across the console separating the drivers seat from my own, and tucked it into my pocket. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew I didn’t want to feel his fingers nestled between mine just then. It wasn’t something he had said or done, it wasn’t the recall of
Women get a lot of blog posts. Sometimes, I think there are too many blog posts devoted solely to women’s ministry topics. I have searched over the past several months to find blogs written by Christian women that are edifying and nourishing. What I came up with was, unfortunately, really disappointing. While I found thousands