I've never given Holy Week much thought before. I guess having been a Christian practically my whole life, I took it for granted that I knew everything there was to know. Jesus rode in on a donkey, people shouted "Hosanna", less than a week later they shouted "Crucify Him!" He died and rose again. … Continue reading Holy Week Activities | Family Faith Builders
Category: Faith
To the Woman Grieving at the roadside Cross
I passed you today, it was Thanksgiving. We passed so quickly I only saw you but for a second. You were standing there alone, your car parked off on the shoulder. You stood, facing that simple white cross. My heart immediately began to ache, my eyes began to burn with those unwanted tears. Was this … Continue reading To the Woman Grieving at the roadside Cross
The Parable of the Water Heater
Not familiar with that one? And you call yourself a Bible scholar. Just kidding. (It's not really in the Bible, shocking, I know!) Well...it sort of is. I'll get to that later. FIRST! - the story. I noticed the other day when I went to take a shower that the water was taking longer to … Continue reading The Parable of the Water Heater
God’s Boundaries for Freedom
Boundaries. That word sounds like it equals no fun. It makes me think of rules, do's and dont's (mostly don'ts), regulations, requirements. It makes me feel oppressed and extinguished. But I've got it all wrong. Backstory.... Yesterday, I read a funny post on Facebook from my very best friend about how for the month of … Continue reading God’s Boundaries for Freedom
Why me? When bad things happen to good people.
I love looking at Facebook. Seeing what's happening with my family that lives across the country. Checking out everyone's first day of school pictures of their kids. Just wasting time looking at cat videos - you know, the usual. But I have to sometimes pull myself away and turn it off for a while and … Continue reading Why me? When bad things happen to good people.
Hours of Operation
For years I've said "All I ever wanted to be was a wife and a mom." Even in my teen years, my parents were afraid, I think, that I would "run off and get married". I'm sure they were checking my bedroom each evening to make sure I hadn't packed up and eloped. I've been … Continue reading Hours of Operation
