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Spontaneous Prayer: Working Moms Need To Stay Flexible!

Working Mom's Devotional

Sometimes, we just can’t “plan” prayer.  Nor can we plan every teachable moment with our children.  We have to be flexible and we have to be ready.

In other words, we have to be spontaneous! Continue reading →

What If Jesus Was My Client?


I’ve never met the perfect client.

But I’ve given some thought about what it would be like to have Jesus as my client. I like to picture Him walking into the firm’s lobby in His robe and sandals. The reception­ist would probably call security. Continue reading →

Am I A Bad Mom, God?

Working Mom's Devotional

I don’t iron.  I don’t sew.  I forget when it’s my turn for snack.

God, have you really entrusted these children to my care? Am I really fit to be a mother?

The Guilt Fairy loves to visit working moms on a regular basis.   Doesn’t she?  And yes, we’re gluttons for punishment.  Continue reading →

Faking The Pain – (Part 4 of 4)

Sometimes, we pretend like the more spiritually “mature” we are, the less pain we feel.  Granted, we use over-spiritualized language and make those around us feel foolish – even sinful – for walking in pain.  See if this sounds familiar.

“If you are really following God, you won’t base your happiness on circumstances.  If you start putting your hope in God alone, he will take away your pain.”


And where does God promise to “take away” our pain if we just have enough faith?

Don’t get me wrong, I believe that God is a healer and a comforter. I believe that He takes great delight in meeting us right where we are.  I just start getting nervous when Christians start claiming that you just need to have more “faith” and the pain will go away.

Sometimes, it doesn’t work that way. 

Did the Apostle Paul feel “happy” about the thorn in his side?  Did he lack “faith” when he begged God to take it away?

Did Jesus dismiss the excruciating pain as he hung on the cross?  Would the pain have gone away if he just had more “faith”?

I think not! 

For reasons I will never understand this side of heaven, God purposes to use pain.  In fact, sometimes it appears that pain alone can produce the kind of enduring strength that most of us long for.

So why do we think we are entitled to a “pain free” existence?  

Could it be that pain is for the strong?


[For those of you who have followed the “Faking the Pain” series, many thanks.  Thanks especially for your private notes and emails.  No more faking the pain around here, ok?]

Would I Recognize Jesus?

Was Jesus just a good moral teacher, or is he really the Son of God?  Over 2000 years after his death, there is still debate about the true identity of Jesus.

Even in his own time, there was little consensus.

Surely, his own family recognized his true divinity, right?

Not exactly. Jesus’ family even questioned his sanity.

When his family heard about this, they went to take charge of him, for they said, “He is out of his mind.” – Mark 3: 21

But surely, the religious leaders recognized his spiritual authority, right?

Hardly. Rather than concluding he was crazy, they declared he was downright evil.

And the teachers of the law who came down from Jerusalem said, “He is possessed by Beelzebub! By the prince of demons he is driving out demons.” – Mark 3:22

No, it wasn’t the religious elite that recognized Jesus as the Son of God.  Instead, it was the unexpected – the uneducated, the fisherman, and even the prostitutes.  An unlikely group of followers.

I like to think of myself as educated. Even enlightened! Yet I wonder if I would have recognized Jesus 2000 years ago. If Jesus had asked me– as he asked Peter – who do you say that I am?  What would I say?

Many days, Jesus is right in my midst, but I still don’t recognize him.   There are too many distractions blinding me.  Work. Home. Errands. Relationships. Duties.  In the midst of it all, I even worry that I’ve lost my spiritual sight. 

But today, on Maundy Thursday, I’m going to try hard to see him.  I’m going to look.  I’m going to listen.  I’m going to think about the bread and the wine and ask God to open my eyes.

I want my heart to burn. 


When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began  to give it to them.  Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight.  They asked each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us….?”  Luke 24: 30-32