I don’t know about you, but when I encounter a genealogy in the Bible, I’ve been known to skip the whole thing and resume reading at the narrative. Can I get an, “Amen, Sistah”? And what’s with biblical ages? Seriously. Who can keep track of folks whose lifespan is 600 years—or more? Even people like Abraham or Job that hovered …
Slavery in Stages
No addict expects to become an addict. When I began drinking alcohol at age fifteen, I didn’t think, “I’m going to get drunk every day and hide bottles in my bedroom.” But by nineteen, I was hooked and could have easily ruined the rest of my life—if Jesus hadn’t rescued me. Addictions are sneaky. They begin with fun—sometimes even good …
When Comfort Becomes Bondage
I’d had a rumbly tummy and full-out intestinal revolt for five days. I’d narrowed down the suspects to three possible causes: my favorite oatmeal, coffee with creamer, or stress. Faced with the very real possibility of giving up my favorite breakfast food or—heaven forbid—coffee, I began rationalizing… How could anyone be allergic to steel-cut oats? Isn’t …
Birth Order Burdens
Birth order can be an interesting topic. I’m the baby of the family—nine years younger than my brother and fourteen years younger than my sister. I was officially an “oops,” but my parents called me their “bonus baby” to shield my little psyche. Babies of the family typically don’t need a lot of shielding, however. Here are a few traits …
Beyond Belief
I thought I was done with my rough draft on Miriam—book #6 on Moses’s sister. It was 9pm on a Saturday night, and I had typed the last sentence: Yahweh, in His infinite wonder, would undoubtedly keep stretching her ________________ …I couldn’t think of the right words to end that sentence. I’d written almost 100,000 words, and I only needed …
Come and Worship
Have you ever tried to cry? I remember as a little girl, a friend and I challenged each other to see who could cry first. The plan was to think sad thoughts and squeeze out a few tears. Only little girls would think of such a challenge, right? Little boys test each other’s skill to run and jump. But girls…we …







