Author Archives: Michelle Christy
The LOST has been FOUND…and will soon be going to Uganda, Africa! Yep, my shoes, along with my daughter and I, are going to Uganda in two short months! You see, in my quest to accumulate less by passing on something each time I get something new, I gave these…Uganda on .
“Because your heart was tender, and you humbled yourself before God when you heard His words…and you humbled yourself before Me…and you wept before Me. I also have heard you, says the LORD.” (2 Chronicles 34:27) And in all my striving and pushing and battling I find His words. My…comfort, humility on .
Today two college boys, brothers, say good-bye to their 47-year-old mama after a fierce battle with cancer. Two days after returning home from a nine-hour road trip for a mother/daughter conference a massive heart attack steals life from this mama’s husband and this daughter’s daddy. Two hours into practice, my…perseverance, suffering, thanks on .
Here I am again. I find myself in that place. Wishing. Hoping. No. Longing. I am longing. I find myself desperately longing for that one thing. The one thing that will make everything else in life alright. The intense internal dialogue floods my mind. Familiar with the drill, I reason…Grace, thanks and tagged thanks on .
“My family would have starved if your dad hadn’t allowed us to charge groceries at his store.” That’s what Joe said about Earl the grocer. Joe’s story was the fourth in recent weeks heard by Earl’s only daughter about her dad’s grocery business. Earl owned Quality Grocery, a neighborhood grocery…Grace, Mercy on .
Sunday she received communion with her shoes off. Yep, she up and walked out of that row, walked into the aisle and up to the front, shoes off. She received the bread and the cup, the Body and the Blood, just like that. No shoes, yet she received. Bare naked…Grace, Mercy on .
Active laboring gives way to transition, then the pushing and the birthing. Waves of heaving intensity tempt us to believe we just can’t do it. Our active love laboring gives way to transition then the pushing, and the birthing and the flying. Waves of heaving intensity tempt us to believe…comfort, transition and tagged comfort, transition on .
Well friends, this whole thing has been burning like a fire in my bones for a LONG time and NOW is the time. God’s Word. His voice. His purpose. His call. His great goodness. So, here goes! And, if for no other reason than obedience alone, I move ahead. It’s…purpose on .