My hubby is building a 12’x8’ shed on our property in the foothills. It need not be extravagant, but it must be well-built. Maintained. Carefully planned out according to the purpose for which it is intended. In years to come, we’ll use it for storage, but until we build a cabin, this shed will be our little overnight sanctuary—large enough …
Studying Sacred Rhythms – Prayer
It was 1989, and my husband, our two little girls, and I moved to a town about an hour away from our immediate family. During the months leading up to the move, my spiritual hunger had grown ravenous, so our first priority was to find a Bible-teaching church that had a vibrant women’s group. Guess what they were studying? Prayer. …
Studying Sacred Rhythms—Scripture
Many of you have heard or read my testimony of conversion and the reason I’m so passionate about God’s Word. Having grown up as a “spiritual mutt”—my mom is Charismatic, dad was Quaker, grandparents were Pilgrim Holiness ministers—I was utterly confused as a kid about what Scripture had to say about some key theological issues. When I finally took time …
Studying Sacred Rhythms—Solitude
It’s been twenty-eight years since I’ve had a baby, but on May 17th my husband and I brought home a 9 ½-pound, 8-week-old boy named Zeke—a Staffordshire terrier puppy. For the first three weeks, someone had to watch our precious little bundle of energy EVERY minute. I’d forgotten about taking showers in shifts, never eating a hot meal, and well…talking …
Studying Sacred Rhythms—Longing for More
How long has it been since you’ve felt a deep longing? I don’t mean a rumbly tummy when a cheeseburger commercial flashes on the screen. I mean the kind of longing that makes your chest constrict and your innards claw to come out—how long has it been? In a world of instant gratification, I fear we’ve lost the thrill of …
Introduction to Sacred Rhythms
I’ve given birth twice, and I’ve experienced the unspeakable privilege of watching both of my daughters give birth to their first babies. But I can say without reservation—I have no idea how life happens. How does an infant live in a sack of amniotic fluid for nine months and then suddenly enter a world of bright lights and noisy admirers …