There are days when a thought sneaks into my head about how she’s younger and cooler than me. How she’s better at this than I am. How I am obsolete or too old or too uncool. How she will go further than I have.
There was a piece of my mother that remained absolutely her own. When I hear this song, I see her that way – not as a mom or a wife or a woman doing ministry.
You should grow your hair out, he told her. I like girls with long hair.
Moving abroad doesn’t feel like spreading your wings or flying at all. It’s nice to think of it that way. But it actually feels a lot more like climbing a mountain.
If she’d been healed, we would have had a great story. A great testimony. But the thing is, sometimes the testimony isn’t that God gave you what you wanted – it’s that He made you into the person you couldn’t become without the tragedy.
Over the last few days I’ve had so many conversations about books I loved in 2015. So I’ve decided to do the first annual Delpys – my awards for the best of 2015 in books and music. Here we go! (This isn’t necessarily stuff that came out in 2015 – just stuff I discovered or […]
But days like today, my mind is filled with a few of these one thousand gifts, moments of no regret, only overflowing thankfulness.
There is something really special about eating together around a table in a home.
Begin to open the door for her now. Begin to instill in her a boldness and an unapologetic desire for the advancement of the Gospel.
In this 96-page book, Beth Felker Jones brings the discussion of sex out of the realm of untouchable and into the reality of our everyday lives.