You know the seed must DIE before it is effective. Before it can grow. Before it can mature. Before it can produce fruit. Before it can reproduce. It must be buried in the ground, dead. Rain and the warmth of the sun resurrects that seed.

You may be unaware of the waves you make as God works though you. But those watching walk away inspired and amazed, touched and affected by the immense force as the Spirit uses you to do what seems natural to you.

I believe we can have sweet relationships with our adult children and our grandchildren if we will approach with Humility, Grace, Tenderness, Respect and an attitude that says, “I believe in you! I’m rooting for you! I’m on your side!”

All of the Old Testament is a foreshadowing of the Main Event. The Climax of the whole story: Jesus. Are we reading the Bible like an instruction book? Or are we reading it to find the Treasure of Jesus?

The power of prayer isn’t found in our words because sadly we so often say way to much when in reality the power is found in God’s words to us, over us and about us. The peace, the wisdom and the solution we need won’t come from speaking.

I believe the Feminist Movement was on the right track… but because it was a secular movement, it caused the church to move even further into misogyny. This grave sin of the church is being uncovered on a grand scale…

There is a disparity between the names of two very different problems- all lumped into one word- anxiety. Anxiety is when you are overwhelmed due to fear and worry. Is it wrong for Christians to struggle with anxiety?

"Really Amy. You need to have the same grace and patience for yourself that you have for others. It takes time! Everything takes time. You will not be perfect. Ever. And you will not be proficient at anything in two weeks."

…surprise one-way streets, trying to learn the language of the car horns and trying not to be distracted by the odd signs we saw- you can imagine that all of this combined makes for a different kind of hilarity altogether!

No one told me. When these boys grow up and begin to shoulder the responsibility of life, they are forever altered. The sweet innocence of childhood is gone. Gone forever. These boys of mine. They are different. Their eyes are loaded.

He is my garden and I am His garden. I want to live my life in the garden. His Garden. I want to walk with Him and talk with Him and hear His voice in the cool of the day. I want to see Him. I want to touch Him. I want to feel him.

“We could move to Costa Rica someday,” we said while vacationing in a remote village, Oct 2019. Why this big move? For me, it’s an intense desire for Simplicity, to live life Concentrated.