Resurrection Sunday may be one day out of 365, what then are we to do the other 364? What should we do on a day like….today? On a day like…tomorrow? Or the day after that? Two Words: Practice Resurrection. May you, for the next 364 days, Practice Resurrection.
Read MoreEugene Peterson said, “We care more for our possessions with which we hope to make our way in the world than with our thoughts and dreams which tell us who we are in the world.” Is is possible that you are putting more intentionality and care into your possessions, than you are into your thoughts and dreams? If this were reversed, the potential for change in your life and leadership in 2021 would be profound.
Read MoreWe all have hard. We sometimes have crisis. In this current climate, we are experiencing both. While it is important to pursue spiritual, relational, and physical health, another thing you can do that pays dividends in each of those areas is to also pay close attention to your mental health as well.The ways you can do that are vast, but one simple to take hold of today is this: think about, what you think about.
Read MoreHave you ever felt like no matter how hard you try, you just can’t win? Let me let you in on a little secret, it’s true. You can’t win with everyone because you can never please everyone. I’m not saying this discourage you, but to free you.
Read MoreI was voted worst driver in my high school class. I like to think that I earned that title, not because I had a driving problem, but a key problem. You see, I lost eleven sets of car keys in high school. Yes, eleven. I am a reliable person when it comes to the matters of the soul, but when it comes to matters of small things - forget about it. Just as I was bragging that in my adulthood this was no longer a problem, I lost yet another set of car keys. Now that I think about it, I do recall something in scripture saying that pride comes before a fall. This is certainly true.
Read MoreOn a sweltering summers day I found myself working my way through the zoo with my two children when a fight erupted over which animal we would visit next. I love my children, but their fights are often never discrete. I think kids may have an intuitive sense for how loud they need to be in order to elicit glares and stares from the innocent bystanders. I may or may not have given them over-priced ice cream as a deflection from the heat, and in my best momma means business voice, “if-you-do-not-stop-right-now-I-will-march-you-right-out-to-the-car-and-we-will-go-home” talk. It was not the first time, and won’t be the last.
