“All the world’s a stage,” Shakespeare quipped. I can appreciate his enthusiasm for the theatre; I’ve been doing community theatre for about ten years, and I never get over the thrill of stepping onto the stage to put on a dazzling performance. There’s nothing like curtain call, the flash of the cameras and sound of applause.
Recently I realized I had created a stage-perfect life. My husband and I have a great marriage. We have beautiful daughters, and I had the fortune of being a homeschool mom until the youngest one graduated. My husband works for a national Christian radio host. We’ve been leaders in church. We have a nice house and lots of wonderful friends. Life was great.
I’ve been thinking about the Canaanite woman lately. Her story is found in Matthew 15, verses 22-28 and Mark 7:24-30.
Jesus passed over the border to the region of Tyre and Sidon to escape the Pharisees’ ire. He entered a house, hoping no one would notice Him there, but His fame had spread throughout the land inhabited by people the Jews considered heathen.
A lot of people celebrated this week. If you’ve been online, you’ve seen rainbow colors everywhere.
Yesterday I celebrated the first Father’s Day since my dad passed away on September 11, 2014.
I say celebrated, because that’s what I chose to do. Honestly, it was hard. I would have rather curled up in bed with a book (or three) all day and avoided it. But since I have another father to honor—the man who has devoted so much love and care over the years to our now-adult kids—I wanted to make it special for him. He deserves it.
I wish I could be someone else. Why do I hate myself so much?
Though never verbalized, those thoughts tromped through my head often, especially at the beginning of 2014.
I had no idea that God looked at me as a priceless treasure. Despite reading Bible verses to the contrary for most of my life, I always thought they applied to someone else and not me.
What’s the saddest story in the Bible?
Different people all have their own opinions, but for me it’s the story of Tamar.
2 Samuel tells her sad tale. She’s Absalom’s sister, and the half-sister of Amnon.
Amnon, under the advice of his cousin, tricked Tamar into cooking food for him at his house. When they were alone, he raped her.
If that weren’t enough, he had his servant toss her out of his house and bolt the door. In that culture, she was finished—no longer a virgin, she would never marry or have a family. Never have a respectable profession. In her shame, still wearing the ornate robe fit for a young virgin princess, Tamar put ashes on her head and wept.
How does a thirteen-year-old kid, whose mother dropped him off at a bus station in the middle of the night and drove away, ever believe that God loves Him?
“However, you are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God dwells in you. But if anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, he does not belong to Him.” Romans 8:9 NASB
There’s a lot that goes on backstage the audience doesn’t see. Sound effects, lights, curtains, a scrim (a curtain-like drop that can either be opaque or transparent, depending on lighting), fog machines, pulleys, and levers all can be manipulated to give the audience a fantastic show. If the audience never notices the crew working the effects, then they’ve done their job flawlessly.
Welcome! Pull up a stool to the props table and let me tell you how all this got started.
In 2014, I thought I was having a breakdown. Turns out, it was a breakthrough. God was trying to reach down and heal the deepest hurts of my past, hurts I’d long shut out in the dusty corners backstage.