Six years later, almost to the date, on an unseasonably hot, October Sunday afternoon, I was again lost and wandering in a corn maze. Six years ago, I wandered in a maze with over 100 seven and eight-year olds on a school field trip.  It was a brisk, fall morning, with wet grass as the kids ran to the entrance of the corn maze.  We could hear music coming from a loud speaker mounted high in the tree branch with some country folk songs belting from it.  While keeping up with t

I’ve really been at a loss of words. I’ve been at a loss because I’m in awe at how God moved and spoke to the hearts of women at IF:Gathering two weeks ago. I’ve been at a loss or words because my brain had kind of been on overload before and even more after processing all that had happened. I’ve been at a loss or words because my body needed rest, and in order to do that, the day after IF:Gathering, I came down with a yucky cold, which I’m still fighting right now.  Maybe I

“Be still and know that I am God.”      Psalm 46:10 Those words just keep echoing. A friend of mine gave me those words a couple of years ago that still ring clearly to me.   She told me sit myself down and take a deep breath and take a break from the hustle and bustle of this Christmas season.   Slow down, be still, and savor each word slowly.  Then one by one, take away the last word of the sentence and really think about what God’s Spirit is whispering to you. To help you

EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. That’s what it was the first two months of summer.  Every day it showed up unexpectantly although by the second week you’d think I wouldn’t be surprised.  It wasn’t humidity or an afternoon thunderstorm or an ice cream truck . It was words. If you’ve been following along with my series this month, you might be seeing why I’ve chosen to write about waiting and seeing.  Simply because those words showed up every day to me this past spring and summer. You mig