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Come and Drink
This was a guest post I made for She’s Intentional (Dainty Jewells). The original post can be found HERE. I hate drinking water. I’ve tried adding flavored tea bags or a few drops of lemon to it, even promising myself a special treat if I drank sixty-four ounces that day. My coworker and I challenged each other, buying matching water bottles with time markers on the side that told us where our water intake should be at certain times of the day. We’d ask one another in passing, “How many ounces are you at?” I’d color in the little box on my daily goal sheet that beamed up at me, announcing,…
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Not Forsaken
This was a guest post I made for She’s Intentional (Dainty Jewells). The original post can be found HERE. (Genesis, chapters 16 + 21) Hagar lifted her chin and held her head high as she led her son past the curious eyes of the onlookers as she made her way out of the camp. She adjusted the waterskin on her shoulder and glanced back at Ishmael to make sure he still held the sack of food. The people stood in the shadows of their tent openings; watching, curious, silent. None stepped forward to help or rise to her defense. I will not cry. I will not — “Mother.” Hagar slowed…
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Cover Me, Lord.
This is a guest blog post I wrote for She’s Intentional (Dainty Jewells). You can find the original post HERE. As I drove home from work, I blasted the song, “Cover Me,” by Mark Condon in an effort to drown out all the inner voices that had hijacked my thoughts. My head throbbed with tension and my hands were damp against the steering wheel. I probably shouldn’t have even been driving. I burst into tears. I’m pretty sure it was a coworker in the Toyota Camry next to me, but I was past caring. Don’t judge me too harshly, but the straw that had broken the camel’s back for me was…
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The Value of Authenticity
This is a guest blog post I wrote for She’s Intentional (Dainty Jewells). You can find the original post HERE. I’ve been wanting a Coach purse for a while. Many times, I have found myself browsing their website or slipping into an outlet store to drool over the elegant styles and colors. My eyes inevitably lock on some beauty with gold hardware and buttery-soft leather, and I fall in love all over again (As I said, I’ve done this many times!). My mind drifts off to my closet as I imagine what she (all purses are she to me…) would look like against that linen suit I bought last year or that dress I…
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One Day at the Well
This is a guest post I wrote for Dainty Jewells about how one Samaritan woman’s encounter with Jesus not only changed her life but also led to the salvation of many of her people. You can view the original post HERE. The midday sun scorched the back of her neck as she bent to her task. She worked alone. It had been her fate for years and she accepted it. Even preferred it that way. Anything to avoid the disdainful glares from the others. The woman was wary as she watched the man approach. A Jew. She tugged up the heavy clay pitcher and dumped the water into the vessel…