Your History Doesn’t Decide Your Destiny.

Imagine a made-for-TV movie of your life – everything you’ve ever done, everything you’ve ever said, all the things you’ve never told another living soul. Imagine it’s there on the screen for everyone to watch. How would you feel about…

From Shame to Love

I was born in a land of castles— Scotland has more than three thousand of them, the oldest dating back to the eleventh and twelfth centuries. When you stand inside one of these magnificent buildings, you can almost feel the…

Hope In The Middle Of The Mess.

I looked out of the window as the plane began its descent into Glasgow, Scotland. Green fields, Granny Smith apple green, as if they had been freshly painted that morning. And the sheep. I love sheep and in Scotland we…

I Used To Push My Feelings To The Basement. No More.

“Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious…

Don’t Hide Your Scars.

There was nothing unusual about the way that day began.  But I was about to ask an arena full of women the unthinkable question. I was headed to the airport and then to speak at a women’s conference.  I was…

Waiting on God’s Green Light.

For some very good reasons, I didn’t learn to drive until I was twenty-seven years old and living in the US.  I grew up in Scotland, and my mum was a widow. There simply wasn’t enough money for all three…

You Are Not The Labels You Have Worn.

I have a dear friend who is a real prayer warrior.  She loves to pray for her family, her friends and our nation. Whenever we get together one of the things I love most about our time is that although…

Give Jesus Your Baggage “Then Jesus said, ‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.’” Matthew 11:28 (NLT)  I can hardly believe that the darling little boy who used…

Let The Shepherd Carry You This Christmas.

The first time we took Christian to visit his Scottish family was at Christmas and he was two years old.  Although he was happy to meet everyone but not so sure about the accent of the Scottish Santa, he was…

God Has Come To Us!

I can’t believe it is already December 5 and Christian will be home from college in less than two weeks.  Christmas!  This reminds me of when I was a child. A distant aunt insisted on knitting me a new hat…

What To Do When Your Life Feels Messy.

When Christian was a little boy, and he was finally tucked up in bed after prayers and stories, I would walk to the bedroom door, stop, turn and ask him this question: “Which boy does Mommy love?” He would put…

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