What Triggers You?


No, I’m not talking about guns. (But fun picture, isn’t it?) Milan and Kay Yerkovich define a trigger as …a strong reactive feeling about something that is happening in the present, a feeling turbocharged by a hurt in the past.” Ever have one of those? Yeah, I thought so. It took me years to understand … More What Triggers You?

Are You Struggling?


My personal interpretation of Psalm 6: God, please don’t be angry with me because I’m weak right now. I’m struggling to trust you and not be afraid when my situation looks bleak and frightening. I need your healing. I know your love never fails so I ask you to save me. I know you love … More Are You Struggling?

Water Anyone?


We continue our series on deliverance from spiritual bondage… In our trouble, there is hope. Jesus is always waiting for us with open arms. And he finds ways to draw us to himself so we will want to seek what he has for us. Like the woman we’ve been reading about. First, Jesus spoke to … More Water Anyone?

Why Pray?


Have you ever asked yourself that question? I don’t mean in a skeptical, it-won’t-do-anything kind of way. What I’m talking about is that deep searching of what prayer means. It’s not like God needs us to tell him what’s going on in our lives. He knows everything. And he knows what we need, so do … More Why Pray?

Who ARE You?


How many of us really know who we are? Most of us have been shaped by words spoken to us in anger or impatience or from another person’s broken perspective. Who of us didn’t have some kid or kids at school tell us we were stupid, lame, ugly, fat or unwanted for some reason. I … More Who ARE You?

When God Speaks


Hello? Who is this? Do I know you? Have you ever had one of those calls when the person on the other end starts speaking, assuming you know who’s calling, but you aren’t clear who it is? You think you recognize the voice, and you feel a little embarrassed that you can’t attach a name … More When God Speaks

A Really Good Fight


The tension in our home presses on me as if the ceiling and walls were inching closer, forcing out the air and leaving me suffocated. Every task I put my hand to seems like dragging through mud with repeated interruptions and distractions. My phone will not stop ringing. We’re late to pick up our daughter … More A Really Good Fight