“Heart to God, hand to man” is a slogan first spoken by William Boothe, the founder of the Salvation Army. It was also the inspiration of a song written and recorded by one of the musicians I worked with, Geoff Moore. The concept captured his heart: an answer to the plight of humankind first introduced in the late 1800s for the homeless, the hurting, and those in need. Realizing that this same need had not changed, Moore wanted to reintroduce that passion to a new generation. Because of that, we partnered with the Salvation Army, and that relationship educated me in a way that I hadn’t expected.Read More
“This is gonna hurt.” Every mom that has nursed a cut, scrape, or banged head has made this proclamation. From applying antiseptic, getting shots from the doctor, and icing bumps to ripping off Band-Aids, we tend to warn our kids of the impending pain. We do this because we’re moms; we do what’s needed to get from damage to restoration.Read More
I was having one of those “discussions” with myself the other day, the kind where you are in an internal debate. There is no one else privy to your conversation; it is merely you talking to you. I’m one of those people whose facial expressions coincide with the dialogue taking place in my head. So, I’m sure that on this particular day anyone who had watched me, as I pushed my shopping cart through Target, would have wondered if I was having an emotional breakdown as I went from scowling to nodding my head to grinning slightly and then back to scowling.Read More
The often unspoken definition of a woman’s beauty appears on the cover of every magazine in the grocery store checkout aisle. Gracing the pages is a photo-shopped image of an already nearly perfect looking human being. The flawless skin, sparkling eyes, not a hair out of place, and unrealistic body type makes me want to just turn every magazine backwards so we don’t have to endure.
But having lived long enough with a whole lot of women in my life, I can honestly say that’s not the beauty I am drawn to. That is not to diminish the value of the physically beautiful women in our lives. Trust me, they really do have their own challenges, often insecure like every one of us and are capable of possessing the same traits that display the truest form of beauty.Read More
Honor is the respect, trust, and confidence given to a person, earned by the character exhibited through the life they lived—the outgrowth of living a life of grace not easily gained nor easily bestowed.
There is one lady that exhibited these qualities in life, one that holds a place of honor in every Christmas Nativity. Sitting calmly aside an infant in a manger placed in a stable filled with animals, I’m not really sure today’s depiction is realistic. If you had birthed a baby in essentially a barn, amidst straw and animals, you probably would not be perfectly coiffed. Joyous but weary, not only from the long trip you made nine months pregnant abreast a donkey, but also suffering through a natural birth with no epidural. I believe disheveled and spent would be a bit more accurate.Read More