I used to think I was called to live a big life. Do big things. Be on some kind of platform telling people stuff they’d never heard before.
If you want to see more young women in ministry, especially in ministry overseas, you have to raise them to understand that it is never acceptable to be spoken about in such a way that it makes you want to hide.
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.