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Monthly Archives: March 2019

We Like To Help Poor People, Right?

I’m sure that you are happy to help poor people and are willing to give generously to those in need. Personally, I’m motivated to help a certain kind of poor person more than another.

I like to help poor people who are very responsible and don’t overspend. It’s easy to help the poor person who doesn’t buy junk food and doesn’t own a flat screen television. I’m eager to help the person with financial struggles who works endless hours at a minimum wage job in order to support their family or if he doesn’t have a job fills out applications all day long. I don’t want to help poor people who have vices such as smoking or drinking. I expect that the people I help won’t have a car and walk everywhere to save bus fare, don’t make impulse purchases, and value education.

For the Love of Podcasts: A Few Recommendations for Spring Break

When my son Gideon was born, sleep deprivation and constant feedings put a damper on my lifelong love of reading. I found juggling a book and a baby challenging and my eyes often struggled to stay open when I did. A couple months in, my brain and my heart started to struggle. I didn’t feel

3 Reminders for the Weary Mom

Being a mom can be hard. I’m only five months into this motherhood thing, but the longer I’m in the more I begin to understand what busy moms go through each day and what it really means when everyone tells you how sanctifying this new season of life will be.

Enter into our past weekend: I’m sick with some kind of stomach bug, my husband is away for work and ministry events, and my son becomes a feverish and clingy five month old who no longer cares that sleeping is actually a gracious gift from God. I would love to report that I handled everything with perfect poise and patience toward everyone around me. But it would probably be closer to the truth to say that, in fact, I was once again reminded that my sin runs far deeper than I usually care to admit.