Sitting around a dinner table the other night with friends, the conversation was relaxed.  At some point, one person asked a simple question, 

“What’s your story?”

That question, when asked in the right context (of trust, love, and good listeners) is one of my favorites.  I believe each person has an amazing story to tell.

Is the Bible the only book we REALLY need?

It’s a question worth thinking about.  I love to read and I love books!  I have piles of books stacked throughout my house. I’m usually reading 2-3 at a time.  I wrote a book- and I want to write more!  I’m not saying other books are without value and I don’t appreciate them.  But what if we could only choose one?

God answers prayer!

In fact, God hears and answers all of our prayers.  

Often, He answers us immediately with a resounding, “YES!” And, don’t we like it when He does? 

However, “YES!” is not the only way our Fathers will respond to our prayers. 

When my college senior was only 14 years old, we had the most amazing conversation about prayer

Honestly, Emily has always been a very curious girl, and her questions about prayer were no different.  Here's what she asked:

Does God really hear me when I pray?

How does God answer my prayers?

“Telephone” is childhood game that you’re probably familiar with.  I remember sitting in a circle with other kids as we each took turns listening to a neighbor on one side of us whisper some silly message into our ear, then we passed along that information by whispering into the other neighbor’s ear.  Around the circle went the message until it got back to the original person who started it.  The bigger the circle, the more potential there was for the message to morph into something very different from what it was when it started.  Sometimes, a kid would intentionally change the message, just to be silly.  The game vividly illustrated how easily stories change over time as they’re passed along, particularly in verbal exchanges. 

It was a strange site to see… really. 

Two women walking in the neighborhood who seemed so very different from each other. 

I would walk in short, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. Some of the days were extremely warm with temperatures soaring into the 90’s. The other woman, my neighbor, had much darker skin and was covered from head to toe. She even wore an hijab (scarf covering her head and neck) even on the hottest days. 

In the elementary years, my daughter and I had an evening ritual. After her little brother went to bed, we’d snuggle together under warm blankets and I’d read aloud to her.  Most of the books we read together were great, but there was one particular standout that neither of us liked.  It was called,

From the time they were very small, we taught our children to pray. 

We prayed at meals, at bedtime, and when a fire truck or an ambulance would go by.  

As far as our kids were concerned, prayer was as normal as eating, sleeping, and taking a bath. It was part of our lives – an essential activity in our daily routines. 

So, it shouldn’t surprise me that our children took prayer seriously. 

According to 2010 report from Pew Research Center, nearly 80% of Americans believe in miracles.  I believe this is because it’s what they’ve observed- either directly or because they’ve heard about miracles from people they trust.  I know this is true for me.  I can’t deny what I’ve seen and experienced.

It happened on a regular basis at our house. 

In fact, it was the norm to hear this comment almost daily as we were growing up. 

Long before the days of cell phones, video games, 500 TV channels, and X-Box; our parents sent us to the ultimate destination to play. 

It was called, “OUTSIDE.” 

The Delight in Doctrine series that Melanie have been publishing on Wednesdays is on hiatus for one week. In the meantime, I'm excited to share a resource that's closely related, something I've been working on for you!  I have a new printable journal called, 31 Days of Scripture:  The Character of God.  It's a free gift for you, my way of letting you know how much I love and appreciate you. 

She wasn’t going to yield.  That much was abundantly clear.  Her fists were clenched tightly as she loudly objected, straining to free herself from the dentist’s chair.

“Though she be but little, she is fierce!”

It was such a memorable moment. 

 A group of 12 of us were seated around a large table in a conference room where we were spending the week in an intensive class on “Systematic Theology.” 

 I was the only woman in our little group. And, the topic this particular morning was, “The Trinity.” 

My first day of high school World History, I nervously took my seat in the back of the classroom.  I’d heard the rumors.  Mr. L was the hardest teacher in the school.  My expectation was that I would work harder in this class than I had ever worked before.

That expectation was met.

“Honey, if you will do just one thing, I think you can be good at this.” 

 These were the words that came out of my husband’s mouth as we begin playing the fourth hole that day. 

My son received a new video game system this Christmas. Subsequently, he spent a massive fair amount of time over his school break playing one of his new games. 

As a mom, I felt some tension in wanting to limit his screen time, hoping he would do something more “constructive”.  At the same time, I understood. 

  It’s so weird. 

 This one thought has bugged me, gnawed on my heart, and literally “followed” me around for weeks now. 

 I discovered it one day as I was browsing through images on Pinterest. 

 This quote comes from a long-time Ohio pastor and author who died before most of us were born. 

 Are you curious about this thought that’s been badgering me? 

It's an honor and a joy to have the privilege of sharing with you, dear readers, the hope that I’ve found through Jesus, with the writing that I get to do on this blog.   I love you and I pray for you often.  Your time is precious, so it’s important to me that I offer you quality content that points to Jesus along with practical applications you can take away from here.