Betrayal—not a cheery topic, but at some point, we all meet it in a dark corner of our lives and need a light to shine on it. This month we’ll use Joseph’s journey to shine that light and continue the story we began last year in Potiphar’s Wife (Genesis 39). We built on the biblical foundation with historical research and added …
Live Free Without Changing Your Address
God gave each of us an innate sense–an instinct–to react with fight or flight when faced with stress. My reaction is often flight. I tend to be like my movie hero, Forrest Gump, who stayed free of conflict by taking the advice of his only friend, Jenny. She said: “Run, Forrest! Run!” Don’t you wish we could outrun some of …
Weird Family, Wonderful God
Let’s face it. Every family has a weird Uncle Harold. Our family has several–though not named Harold–and they sometimes make celebrating the holidays a little uncomfortable. Can you relate? Have you ever wondered why God came to earth as: a Baby in a manger rather than a soldier with a sword. the son of a poor carpenter instead of a …
What’s Your 4th-Day Step?
Without a caption, you’d probably think that picture had something to do with UFOs or ET or Area 51, right? Nope. Step away from your aluminum-foil hat. Recently-retired-hubby-Roy and I spent a good portion of March in our friends’ condo in Ft. Myers. I spent my days (and most nights) finishing the first draft of Potiphar’s Wife on deadline (4/1)! …
3 Reasons Judah’s Exile to Babylon Matters to YOU
Some of you may know my personal testimony of becoming a Christ follower. If you haven’t read it, here’s a quick synopsis. I’m a spiritual mutt. Dad was Quaker. Mom’s charismatic. Grandparents were ordained ministers in the Pilgrim Holiness, then Nazarene, and then Wesleyan denominations. Scripture was used as ammunition in their holy wars at dinner, and by the time I was …
Thankful To Be A Child of Abraham
Yep, the ornery-looking girl in the too-tight jeans with a mischievous grin—that’s me, back in my BC days. At that stage of life, I wanted nothing to do with Jesus and I hated history. Couldn’t stand to be in the same room with my parents and refused to crack open a Bible. Typical rebellious teen. I remember spouting off to my U.S. History teacher—face-to-face, …