God can use simple — and beautiful — experiences to impart inspiration and life lessons. Today, I had that privilege. I hope it touches you, too. Continue reading If You’re Wondering How God Could Use You, Maybe This Will Help
My PTSD after Bill’s death made me fear what Satan would drop into my life to strangle me, to make me pay for my complete surrender to God. Continue reading Experience or Witness Trauma? PTSD Could Happen to You, Too
If you struggle with faithfulness to your own health and fitness, I’d recommend you find your own Connie. Or join our happy team. We’ve got enough yarn. Continue reading The Most Important Fabric of My Gym Life Is Made of Yarn
It was an”eggsiting” day at the Dagens house on Easter, time for the annual egg hunt. We were determined that this egg hunt would be joyful and equal — and tear-free. But would we get to that result? And what means would we use to get there? That is the story! Continue reading Who Knew Their Hunt for Eggs Could Have Eternal Significance?
People who knew my mother tell me I remind them of my mother — in my looks, my mannerisms, and in the way I speak. This mark was one more way I was like her. Continue reading Out of All the Memories I Could Keep, This Was the One
I was asking my stylist to draw the correct conclusion about a flattering style and shape for my hair without seeing the full picture. Without seeing my face. She did her best. Continue reading I’ll Hide My Face and Let You Guess My Best Hairstyle
My purple toe reminds me that we need all our body parts healthy and whole and working — and we need to follow God’s instructions first and foremost. Continue reading Even a Purple Pinky Toe Can Teach You a Life Lesson
I love you, Mom, written by Blythe Daniel and Helen McIntosh and published by Tyndale House, is intended to be a gift from you to your mom. Continue reading A Book Review: I Love You, Mom
I want to discuss a privilege I don’t consider political — because it is available to everyone who wants it. I want to help you want it so you can experience it too. Continue reading May I Put My Positive Spin on Christian Privilege?
A single event, one night when I was a lonely teenager, changed the trajectory of my life. You are welcome, he said, just as you are. And I accepted the invitation. Continue reading Ping Pong and Purpose Softened My Heart for Jesus
If you knew saying “hello” to a stranger would make the world a kinder, friendlier place for someone else, would you initiate the effort? Continue reading You Might Have Had Me at Hello, Except You Never Said It
Tori the Cat can seem quite selfish in her persistence to get attention, but this intense focus she has reminds me that I, too, should seek the hand of my Master. Continue reading My Cat Understands the Power and Blessing of Her Master’s Hand
Would I like to create a podcast of my published blog posts? Is that even a thing? Yup. The real question is this: Will anyone listen? Continue reading What More Could You Want Than Text and Audio From Your Favorite Blogger?
I don’t handle criticism well. I aim to be perfect to avoid criticism. I aim, not attain it. Which God knows. And (oh, my wounded pride) so does my husband. Continue reading Correction = Love in God’s Math, but It’s Harder Than Algebra
Maybe writing words isn’t your thing. But however you’re living your life, you should consider that you’re continuing His story. We’re all writing something whether you know it or not. Continue reading If Your Full Potential Brings Him Glory, What’s Holding You Back?
Discomfort is quite the teacher, isn’t it? This day, my overindulgence drove me to hunger for bread — but only one kind — more than anything else. Continue reading I Never Wanted to Eat Again Until I Found One Perfect Thing
I have chosen “different” for my “Word of the Year.” As in, “How am I different because I choose to trust in God?” I ask questions; I seek Him for answers. Continue reading This Year’s Word Has the Power to Make Me Ask Difficult Questions
I might have looked at the stream of texts and phone calls as interruptions in my day, but instead, I saw them as a model for my life. Continue reading A Picture of Prayer When Your Life Depends on God