When my daughter was born my church was having a small baby boom: three births within six weeks or so. Every Sunday after service people were available to pray for anyone who wanted it, and when my daughter was a few months old, I was in the prayer line next to one of the other new moms. Both our babies were sick, and we were bringing them up for prayers, blessings, maybe some moral support. The prayer team prayed for the other baby first, and one of the women laid her hand on the little girl and said, “Faith. That’s what I sense for her: she will be a person of strong faith.” When it was my daughter’s turn, the same woman said, “Strength. That’s what I hear God saying for her.”Read More
I haven’t done all that much spiritual teaching, not on any kind of a consistent basis, or in an organized format. Now that I am in the process of publishing a devotional. It’s just starting to hit me that now this applies to me: "Not many of you should become teachers, my fellow believers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly." James 3:1, ESV
The dictionary defines hospitality as: "the friendly and generous reception and entertainment of guests, visitors, or strangers."
The Bible tells us in Hebrews 13:2 “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.”
Some receive this mandate of hospitality with some resistance. Including me. We think of dinner parties and events and cooking and cleaning and shopping and scurrying around like a crazy person.Read More
The text in our devotional Messages from God is a little unusual: it is written in the voice of Jesus. The daily readings come from my prayer journals, where I got into the habit of writing out conversations between myself and Jesus. I’ve been doing this for quite a while, but since the journals were private, not to mention written in my barely legible scrawl, I never had a reason to explain it to anyone.Read More
On my father’s side I am descended from Grace O’Malley, notorious 16th century Irish pirate. I learned this from my paternal grandmother when I was a little girl. She gave me a book about Grace O’Malley’s life, and also told me a story about her that stayed with me and helped shape my life. My grandmother, whose maiden name was Peg O’Malley, was an American, and she learned this tale while visiting relatives who still live in Ireland. I haven’t found this particular story in any books or websites about Connacht’s famous pirate queen: what you are about to read is strictly family oral history told to me by my Grandmother.Read More