Meet Colette, my first granddaughter.
This little girl, with the pony-tail tuft bouncing around on top of her head, is full of personality and fun. She’s not yet two years old, but already she can hold Grandma’s new book the right way round, lift the flaps, and see the pictures. It will be quite a while before she can read the words. But when she does, I want her to know that for every hero in the Bible, there’s always a heroine… Continue reading
It’s early in the morning on this Holy Saturday, and if you’re like me, you must be wondering just what was happening in that quiet Jerusalem cave. Perhaps it was something like this…
The Quiet Cave
Jesus had died. Joseph and Nicodemus were sad. They carefully took Jesus’ body down from the cross. They cleaned him. They wrapped his body in strips of white linen and carried him to a quiet cave on the hillside. They laid Jesus down inside the cave. Then they said goodbye. Before they left, they rolled a big stone over the entrance.
Outside the cave, two guards kept watch. The big heavy stone was sealed in place. And for three whole days, all was still.
But inside that quiet cave God was working. If you tried to peek inside, you couldn’t see anything. No eye could see it. If you stood outside and put your ear to the big stone, you couldn’t hear anything. No ear could hear it. If you tried to imagine what was happening you couldn’t. No mind could imagine it. But inside, God was doing something utterly amazing. Something only God could do. Jesus waited. And the world held its breath and waited with him.
Excerpted from the newest title in the Love Letters series, Easter Love Letters from God, coming January 2018 and now available for preorder.
A huge thank you to everyone who entered the giveaway of Love Letters from God: Bible Stories for a Girl’s Heart.
This little book has been out for just one week now, and, amazingly, it’s still at the number one New Release spot for Children’s Bible Stories on Amazon!
And the winner is… drum roll please… Continue reading
It’s here! It’s here! Today is publication day for Love Letters from God: Bible Stories for a Girl’s Heart. (Did you know it’s at the number one New Release spot on Amazon)! It’s like holding a brand new baby!
What shall we do to celebrate? Continue reading
Welcome! I’m so glad you’re joining us for this seven-week Bible study based on Love Letters from God: Bible Stories for a Girl’s Heart. We’ll be studying the lives of seven incredible New Testament women. It’s the perfect way to journey through Lent together.
The Grateful Girl: Mary Anoints Jesus’ Feet
It seems as if every time we meet Mary of Bethany, she’s at the feet of Jesus.
Two weeks ago, we met her sitting there, listening to his every word, and this week, we’ll find her not just sitting at his feet, but kneeling, as she takes his feet in her hands and anoints them. It’s one brave, bold, beautiful act for the man she loves and is soon to lose.
Meet Sarabeth. This sweet little girl is only two years old. Here she is, reading to her teddy bears as they sit side-by-side on the sofa.
The book she reads is Love Letters from God: Bible Stories for a Girl’s Heart.
It’s not been released yet, but Sarabeth’s mama is one of ten bloggers who will take part in the upcoming book launch. This is her advance copy. And this little story is my first amazing glimpse into what God will do through its pages… Continue reading
A few days ago, a young man stepped into my husband’s office. It’s not unusual. Our church stands on the edge of a city. Many people approach him for help. But this young man didn’t ask for money. He asked to be baptized.
He’s going to be baptized this Sunday, my husband told me excitedly.
We were so excited. Of course we were! We love baptisms! We love it when babies get baptized, and my husband carries them through the congregation to meet their new church family.
But as beautiful and special and meaningful as infant baptism is, it’s the parents who request that for their babies. When a grown man walks in off the street and requests that for himself, you simply know that God is at work in powerful ways.
But would he actually show up? I wondered if he would be brave enough to come, early on Sunday morning. Continue reading
It’s the first time there’s been no room for me to sit on the steps with the children as they gather to hear me read.
I look around, at all those little ones peering up at me, and somehow, it feels totally appropriate to kneel, in front of them, under the cross and flame. You’d think, with all those children, I’d be in a huge United Methodist church, perhaps in the big city of Grand Rapids. But I’m not… Continue reading
When one year closes and a new one begins, hope is ushered in.
While we’re busy making our New Year’s resolutions, the master of new beginnings is waiting quietly in the wings, whispering hope into our hearts, just like this:
“Forget about what’s happened;
don’t keep going over old history.
Be alert, be present. I’m about to do something brand-new.
It’s bursting out! Don’t you see it?
There it is! I’m making a road through the desert,
rivers in the badlands.”
This is our great God of hope doing what God does best… assuring us that the past is the past; filling us with hope; cheering us on into this new year; encouraging us to keep moving forward; holding our shaky hands every step of the way.
I’m excited to announce that here on the blog, I’ll be starting something brand-new, and I want you to be part of it. Continue reading
During the month of December, a jolly light up Santa would always stand proudly on our front porch. He was there, smiling to the world, ready to herald the arrival of Christmas. But a few years ago, we decided to upgrade to the Holy Family.
We arranged Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus on the front lawn, tracked down our extension leads, and plugged them in. Beautiful! The baby Jesus brought light to our neighborhood, which of course, is what Jesus always does.
My husband and I watched from the window as the children who lived in the street came to admire the display. It gave us a good feeling to advertise the true meaning of Christmas.
But one week, when the heavy snows came to Michigan, Continue reading