If you have raced with men on foot and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses? Jeremiah 12:5a Our culture is getting so soft. No one can handle criticism. People just wilt. I can’t tell you how many times that gist has come up in conversation lately. I’m no expert on…
Note: A version of this post appeared in February 2012, the month Uncle Kevin went home. That post—I Hold Your Hand—was the first post written for JoyfullyPressingOn. Firm Hold No, Mom —no! It’s very scary. I don’t want to go. Pleeeeease—nooooo! Waterpark guests stared. Lifeguards raised their brows. I tightened my grip on the four…
“Till sin be bitter; Christ will not be sweet.” Thomas Watson, the Puritan, said that. I agree. Make sin taste bitter and repentance taste sweet. I texted that to girlfriends who love rebellious teens with me. We don’t always know how to pray. But that one sentence I pray often. Because I know from experience…
I don’t get it, Mom. Why did Aunt Danielle get Ella all those pretzel bites? Ella* was the only one who whined and cried on the drive and now she walks out with the pretzel bites. Just her—no one else. That does not seem right. I had to agree. As much as I talk about…