Another in my series for Quivering Daughters I've been saving this for a rainy day, and I think it's gotten sufficiently damp. This got its start a few years ago as a comment on someone else's blog post and quickly
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When Rest is Hard
Another in my series for Quivering Daughters ast week, Carrie got a cold. It was the kind of cold where medicine doesn’t really do much; until it gets better, you just have to wait, take some time off, and rest.
John Newton: Without Me You Can Do Nothing
t would be hard to imagine a more remarkable journey to grace than the one John Newton took. A hard-living, reckless, profligate young sailor in the 18th-century British slave trade, Newton openly blasphemed God and actively influenced others to abandon
Turn Your Eyes Upon…
Another in my weekly series for Quivering Daughters funny thing happens when you spend time with someone. When I was in college, I studied music with a composer named Edwin Childs. I had several classes and weekly lessons with him,
Sheep Story
Another in my series for Quivering Daughters The best thing ever written on spiritual abuse is a poem about sheep. I haven’t got many sheep in my neighborhood—the picture here is one we took in Ireland—but every word in this
Broken
Another in my weekly series for Quivering Daughters broken arm is painful. A broken glass is dangerous. A broken mirror is unlucky. A broken heart is depressing. A broken toy is sad. A broken promise is wrong. So it’s strange
Martha, Martha: In Which the Author Fails to Get the Point
Another in my weekly series for Quivering Daughters he joke’s on me. I was thinking and praying about my topic for this week, and one story just wouldn’t get out of my head—Mary and Martha. We all know
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Godly Authority: A Flight to Topsyturvydom
Another in my weekly series of articles for Quivering Daughters. oet and playwright W. S. Gilbert (you might know him from his operettas composed with Arthur Sullivan) wrote some comic poems about the far-away land of Topsyturvydom: Where vice is
The Myth of the Lukewarm Christian
Another in my series of weekly posts for Quivering Daughters here’s this sermon I’ve heard a few dozen times. You’ve probably heard it too. It goes like this. Some Christians are really passionate and sold out for the Lord. They