Posts Tagged "fear"


“The devil is not now pictured in the Scriptures as wise, only as shrewd. We are warned not against his wisdom but against his wiles, something very different.” A.W. Tozer, Man: The Dwelling Place of God   As a little girl, I remember going to sleepovers, staying up past bedtimes or sane parents, and telling ghost stories. In our flannael pajamas, we’d pull our blankets around our shoulders. Sitting...

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“Though I recommend it to no one–and I do not need to, for it arrives unbidden into many lives–depression compelled me to find the river of life hidden beneath the ice.” Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak   Nobody comes to the end of one’s self, in a rush. Instead we come sliding in sideways, breathless and wide-eyed. We come here because we are un-done and we are done with our old life. We come because...

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“Each time a door closes, the rest of the world opens up.” Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak   My feet flew over Tommi’s sticker-y grass. I sailed like a bird flapping its arms, except mine flailed to keep from landing on my head. I had kicked my feet in one final push, as high as the metal swing set would allow, when I launched myself out. I was nine years old. All I knew–I was going to win the...

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I had come to the class to teach public speaking. But I had not come to teach about being perfect at it. In fact, as I shifted my weight side to side and stumbled over my um’s, I pretty much broke every public speaking rule in the book.   They had signed up to learn about Speech. I had signed up to teach about courage.     It was two years ago from the podium, I stood in front of homeschooled high-schoolers to...

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My family and I dodged through a congest Dallas. Just earlier, we witnessed where rain had swollen creekbeds until they raged with rapids. But now cars jammed together like a snake of metal along highways, participating in the normal big city traffic.   I clutched the arm of our car door as semi’s bee-bopped between lanes, without so much as a care to cars. I pointed my finger, “There, there,” along the...

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