Maturing in Christ

Since childhood, the Bible has been a part of my life. Admittedly, there were times it sat untouched on a shelf. Then there were days I opened it when life felt out of control. Now, I may finish reading my Bible for the day, but it is never finished with me. When I close my Bible, the words follow me into my conversations, prayers, decisions, and circumstances. Looking back, my relationship with the Bible has reflected my relationship with God. At first, I believed it because

The other day, my daughter called in a to-go order for our family and was told it would be ready in 20 minutes. It took us that long to drive to the restaurant. When we arrived, the parking lot was packed. Alex went in to pick up our order while I waited in the car. Then, we waited… and waited… and waited. Alex checked on our order several times, each time receiving a different explanation for the delay. Meanwhile, I watched as customers who arrived after us received their

It was early March in our sunny Florida yard, yet it already looked like spring, with unfurled leaves and blooming buds and flowers that had survived the last gasp of a frosty winter night. I was at my desk, intent on writing a piece about the light of Christ while our four-year-old daughter, Alex, played outside. I had typed only a few sentences when she burst through the door clutching a flower in her tiny hand. Carefully, she unfolded her fingers to reveal a single azal

I believe in God the Father, Jesus, His Son and The Holy Spirit. They are three in one, working interchangeably. The moment I accepted Jesus as my Savior I was irreversibly sealed with the Holy Spirit - the active, powerful presence of God, living and working within me. Because of the Spirit of God, I am a changed woman. I prefer the light to the dark. My desires are more spiritual than worldly - though at times I struggle with this.

I was feeding my baby girl a bottle of formula when God gave me a visual, I will never forget. It was nearly bedtime, and I sat quietly rocking my 6-month-old, studying her sweet face. It was then that God showed me my resemblance to my adopted daughter. While not audible, I heard Him say, “You’re her spitting image. You’ve known me since you were 17, and now at age 33, you’re still an infant drinking milk. It’s time to grow up! Move on to solid food!