The other morning, Audrey and I ventured out to DSW. I was on a mission to find the perfect ankle boots: cute and stylish; not too high in heel or price. Spotting a plausible prospect, I scanned the stack of shoeboxes underneath to find my size. Mystifyingly, all I could find on the boxes was…
Tag: freedom
Christians and Sin
All sin separates us from God. This means a few things (well, a few that I want to touch on. You don’t have all day. I count myself lucky you’ve read this far). First, it means that no one person has better standing than another in front of God. If we are without Christ, we…
What Does Your Sign Say?
It’s the cause we read books about. It’s all over our podcast line-ups. It’s reinforced by the influencers we follow on Instagram. And man, oh man, somehow we always end up steering the conversation there! We can’t get enough! It’s not just us. It’s all over! It’s evidenced by the wide variety of signs we’ve…
The Thing Behind the Thing
How many of you can see the hypocrisy in our nation and know, deep down, that things are not as they seem? Why is it ok for football fans to crush in next to each other with nary a scrap of fabric over their faces while (hold up, wa-ait) our children are still forced to…
Thankful
Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. The coziness of gathering with family; the fire crackling in the fireplace; and the delicious aroma of good things coming out of the oven. As a Christian, the depth of meaning I find in a holiday devoted to being grateful ( actually, Thanksgiving began as a…
Holding on to Good
This last year and a half has been challenging to say the least. And there’s no end in sight. The world is upside down, emotions are high, and uncertainty is the only thing we can expect. I know I’m not the only one who gets anxious reading the latest headlines, so I thought a shift…
Even When
I have always believed America is the greatest nation on earth. Lately, though, the more I see, the less I trust. I grew up in the post-Civil Rights, post- Vietnam war era of the eighties and nineties. I remember learning in elementary school about Soviet Russia and the USSR, the Berlin wall, poverty and dictatorships…
Self-what?
I am beating myself up this morning because I caved and got a strawberry milkshake at Chick-Fila last night. That little voice is saying, kind of loudly, “Who are you to write about self-control?” Shut it, Devil. We are all works in progress. Just because we have not mastered something does not mean we haven’t…
I Can’t Even
Yesterday I posted this video by Matthew West. My husband and I both thought it was hilarious and sweet to see a dad taking responsibility for bringing up his girls according to the wisdom of the Lord (i.e. it is not wise or appropriate to show all your stuff in public). The backlash to this…
Christians and Margaritas
I love a good drink. Bahama Mamas, French Martinis, Bourbon and Coconut Water (try it!), ice cold Bold Rock cider, Aldi’s finest Pinot Grigio (2.89. Seriously.), Sangria, Vodka Lemonade..you get the idea. I enjoy relaxing with a glass of something delicious, either with friends or by myself. “But Angela,” you ask, ” Aren’t you a…
