When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your love, o LORD, supported me.When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul.~ Psalm 94:18-19 I don't know about you, but I often go through periods of of... Continue Reading →
“Miss Becca, your hair is undisciplined.” It was a summer afternoon many years ago, and the small (straight-haired) damsel I was babysitting was clearly a bit disturbed by the effects of the humidity on my curly tresses. I laughed. I... Continue Reading →
I recently read a book called The Scent of Water. My sister had been telling for quite a while that I should read it, and finally she just gave up waiting on me to find it for myself and gave me... Continue Reading →
He restores my soul. ~ Psalm 23 This is one of my favorite phrases in the entire Bible. So comforting! So reassuring! So peaceful! Soul restoration is like a summer rain shower passing through, making everything vibrant with life. It’s... Continue Reading →
The last couple of mornings, I have awakened to the sound of rain, my brain slowly becoming aware of the gentle patter on the windows before I dragged my eyelids open. I love rain. I love its peaceful rhythm, its... Continue Reading →
Midnight last night found my husband cleaning out my bathroom sink for me, clogged up by my curly tresses. It’s an icky job, and it requires some handyman work. We should have started the process earlier, of course, but... Continue Reading →
I haven’t been part of a social circle for a while now where people just randomly toss out of context Scripture verses into the conversation, but the other night I was reminded of the trend. We were watching Last Man... Continue Reading →
It’s been one of those weeks. A conversation sent my soul spinning - back into old insecurities, having to fight off old lies. I thought that I’d matured beyond these fears, but it turns out I was just removed from... Continue Reading →
About a year and a half ago, I was standing out in my parents’ front yard with my dad. It was early evening, and I’d just had dinner with them. As we were talking next to my car, Dad... Continue Reading →
Becca Hermes 