Bearing Spiritual Fruit
March 24, 2013
In the church where I grew up we didn’t talk a lot about sin. We talked about love and acceptance, but sin was the part of the gospel we sort of skipped. You can imagine what a surprise it was for me, at 27, to learn that I am a sinner. It turns out gossip, judging and other things I ranked as rather petty are actually what God calls sin. Pedophilia—white lies, we grade them according to what we think is better or worse; but God sees it on a level plain.
February 26, 2013
It’s been ten years since I lost her. I don’t remember feeling the sting of death quite so severely. We were intimate, yet I did not know her deepest secret. It was the mid 1980’s. Best friends at our New Jersey boarding school, Liz and I had the ability to ignite vitality into any situation. We were brazen and we were entrusted with entirely too much freedom.
February 17, 2013
Admittedly, I didn’t faithfully turn to God for comfort. I lost sight of His authority to handle all my trials. Rather, I looked inward and saw failure. I looked outward and found disappointment. It took some hard days before I looked upward and found peace.
February 8, 2013
I have also shifted my gaze to the world, especially in this season. It is not what I wanted, envisioned or worked hard to accomplish. With my eyes focused on my circumstances life got heavy and depressing. I got self-conscious, insecure and critical...Like a crocus through a winter storm, I’m poking through.
May 27, 2012
Dear Olivia, I never really knew you, except to see your pretty face in the hallways of church or perhaps AACS. You probably knew who I was (as many girls know me to be Brooks…Travis…or Blake’s mom). What you never would have guessed in your short life was how God would use you to prepare me for the path He had planned for me, since the beginning of time. You paved a road that otherwise could have left me devastated. We are approaching the one-year anniversary of your passing and I am (secretly) joyful for your close friends and family, as I know from experience, a year is the beginning of a period where the pain from deep wounds will begin to heal. Many will always suffer from losing you, but as time goes on, the pain will be less and less raw. I am reminded that we are approaching the one-year anniversary of your passing, because it was the day after your funeral that I found out I had a cancerous mass in my rectum. There was no way for me to be anything but c