Author Archives: andrea8979
Mountains Unmovable
Tell me how I am to put on a brave face and speak of His faithfulness without first wrestling with Him over these grievous wounds? Continue reading
Above All This Bustle, You’ll Hear
Christmas makes you feel emotional it may bring parties or thoughts devotional. Whatever happens or what may be, here is what Christmas time means to me… I was sitting in the doctor’s office earlier this month when I noticed it: an inner agitation I couldn’t quite shake. I sat quietly, taking deep breaths and trying … Continue reading
Holy Week: Even Now
It can be Holy Week and you can be holding your own cup of grief, straining to whisper: Abba, even now, I know anything is possible with You…but Abba, even now? This one is all You. It can be Holy Week and you can know what it is to face doing the hard and holy … Continue reading
Of Pearls and Salt Mines and Old Dusty Books
My sister and her husband asked friends and family to pen a chapter for a book they would present their daughter on her thirteenth birthday last year, and I quite literally jumped at the chance. I share here what I wrote for her because I believe so many of our hearts need the reminder – … Continue reading
The Tune Without the Words
Those brave and broken hearts? He binds them up. But he does not fool with the stone hearts, other than to pull them from our chests and put something new in their place. Continue reading
If You’re Going to San Francisco
It all started with my refusal to cooperate. I could have insisted. I had every right. Normally, I do assert this right. But there’s this journey I’ve been on lately, and it calls for a new way that looks a lot like surrender and peace. So when I was checking in for a flight last … Continue reading
Welling Up
When I was in my twenties, God the Father went from being a two-dimensional character on wispy thin pages to a fully alive, very real and amazingly involved and loving Father. I experienced Him in deeply personal ways, and I learned at least the beginnings of what it means to rest in being His child. … Continue reading
Since We Have Such a Hope
Several years ago, I stood at a crossroads. To the right was a safe path of dutiful obedience where I could believe that God was good but mostly life just really hurt and I could learn to be okay with that. To the left was a daring path where I would have to believe the … Continue reading
Point Me Home
All this brick and concrete building towers over building city lights glare and my soul says Point me home. To that big, wide porch warm lights in sleepy little cypress wood house at the end of the lane To my daughter’s smile, her big blue eyes and bedtime snuggles in our space, on our time … Continue reading
For My Sisters-in-Waiting
I see you, friend – you who think you are just way too much to take and somehow simultaneously not even close to being enough. See, you and me, we may have been cut from the same cloth. The shears have torn our souls in the same places. I see you trying to hold it … Continue reading