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When You Must Look at What You Don’t Want to See (meeting grace and truth in hard places)

Shutting our eyes is easier than opening them wide to the hard truth, because the hard truth casts light on what we don’t want to see. It’s a strange truth […]

Why you Need Grace and Truth for Real Change to Happen

It can get messy trying to figure out how change really happens.  When we don’t deal with hurts, when we bury or mask truth, things only get worse. The other day […]

U R Cared For (when you aren’t so sure…)

I always seem to be writing out of the wrestle. The moment I think I’m the only one feeling pinned to the mat breathless, along comes other girls who say they feel pinned […]

Choose the Crown over the Ashes (when you’re not sure which one to wear today)

Are you a victim, or a victor? Several years ago I shared my testimony at a luncheon for Christian women in business. At the time, I had just moved from California to […]

Choose Forgiveness

In January, we get to hit the “reset” button. New goals, new focus, new direction. I love January because we get to start again — it’s like the morning light washing away […]

U R the Same but Different (going beyond the barbed wire…)

I stood outside the prison walls, gazing high at the barbed wire spiraling the top of the fence. Inside, the concrete cracked and crumbled. “The grounds are more depressing than […]

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U R Hard Pressed but Not Crushed (when you are being squeezed)

“When you are in the vise grip,” Devi once told me, “and you are being squeezed … like a lemon, let it produce sweet juice in you – sweet lemonade, refreshing to […]

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U R Forgiven (a message for all)

“Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they are doing.” The spirit of Christ’s words rose like smoke from a heart on fire. “I forgive you,” I wrote, “There […]

U R Flawed (and I love you anyway)

Inside out, I question why.  Why am I so flawed?  So forgetful?  So filled with failure?  And where did I get this bent to argue?  To prove my point?  To […]

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U R my Beloved (looking through the lens of the Father’s eyes)

Writing a book takes at least a year.  Or a lifetime. Beautiful Lies took a lifetime of believing people measured my value.  Broken by the lie that “I was what […]

Choose Redemption

"My heart was breaking for you and for all that your parents must feel reading this . . . ." I have been hearing, especially from women my mother’s age. […]

Choose Surrender

I am walking down the aisle in the airport when I get rushed by an overwhelming feeling: the girl in the big black sunglasses carrying the Louis Vuitton bag needs […]

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