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Here's When a jackhammer won’t wake your daughter As I enter my daughter's room, her alarm clock is blasting. It sounds like a jackhammer. Literally. I mean all 113 decibels of it. It is louder than a blaring car horn (110 decibels) but not…

Here's Do I Value Sustaining Grace? I walk into Bible study ready to talk about prayer. I’m not sure how honest I want to be. While I know there is inexpressible value in prayer, I've had my own struggles with it, especially when people…

Here's Is Discerning God’s Will as simple as a green light? I’m sitting at a stoplight holding my breath. If the light turns green before I take another breath, I’ll make decision A. If not, I’ll make decision B. If it doesn’t work out the…

Here's What if I throw a party and no one comes? My mom isn’t swayed by numbers.I am.Last week she mentions that people will miss her Bible study because of the snow. I sympathize. It’s hard to prepare a lesson all week only to find out…

Here's Talking Myself Through Suffering I can’t carry my plate to the table.Last month the plate posed no problems. But with post-polio, things can deteriorate rapidly. And they do.The doctors told me this would happen. But at the time, I…

Here's Me? Change the World? (maybe not today) I enter the crowded room and cringe. I’ve made a mistake.But it’s too late to run away.So I take my seat at the front.  I'm a panelist in a Q & A session run by my former MBA program. As…

Here's There are more important things in life than walking Her earrings catch my attention.They are hammered gold, with crinkled edges that flash brilliant. I am captivated. I've heard about these earrings.They were once smooth and square,…

Here's But I Don’t Want to Forgive… She asks me about forgiveness.I look up into her tear-filled eyes and know she isn’t looking for canned advice. She wants real help, honesty, depth.I shift uncomfortably in my chair. This is a hard topic…

Here's Has God Forgotten to be Gracious? I’m discouraged. Again.Lately it seems as though nothing is going as I planned. I wake up some mornings wondering how I got here. Is God really working in this mess I call my life?I open the Bible to…

Here's Why Doesn’t God Heal Everyone? As I read the words from my old journal, I vividly recall my emotions. Shame, humiliation, doubt.The entry is dated April 16, 1983. The spring semester of my first year in college.I remember the day…