In a Little Country Church (Day 30 Memory)

The church I grew up in.

I first heard of Jesus here, in this little country church, tucked away in small town Tarleton, Ohio. My Granny would drive us, my older brother and me, every Sunday come hell or highwater, snowstorm or sleet. There were a handful of times I thought for sure we would meet Jesus face to face as Granny white knuckled her way through, wipers on high, barely able to see and thankful it was a straight shot down highway 159. 

The familiar smell of musty wooden pews and old people welcomed you as you walked into the vestibule, that space where you could hang your coat and ring the bell. We always entered the sanctuary by the left door and sat in the third pew from the front on the right side. Esther Miller sat directly behind us and was the volunteer janitor. Virginia (Ginny) Green sat at the far end of our row and ran the VBS every summer which hosted an average of 15 kids. Her husband Pearl was my bus driver when I was in high school. 

I found this list of “inactive members” and handwritten note tucked inside Granny’s Bible.

There would be announcements of bake sales and fundraisers and if it was your birthday you got to go up front, put a penny in the bucket, get a pencil that said Happy Birthday and the congregation would sing to you. Those pencils had the best erasers. 

We would open our hymnals and sing the first and last verse of a couple familiar songs. Unless we were feeling extra festive then we would sing all four verses though the middle two were sung with less spirit as people weren’t as familiar with the words. Diane Miller (Esther’s daughter) played the piano and never missed a beat when a key was stuck or out of tune. 

The preacher would make his way from the front row to the pulpit. Since we were a small country church, we would get the retirees who weren’t quite ready to give up sharing the good news. My favorite was an older gentleman with soft grey/white fluffy hair, kind eyes and a gentle voice. He would talk about Jesus as if he were his best friend and he invited us to make him our friend too. 

This small band of believers made sure the sick was visited, the hungry were fed and if there was a need and someone could meet it then it was met. This community wasn’t rich by any means but had huge hearts and willing spirits.

It was the first place I met Jesus. Right there. In Nowhere, Ohio. But then again, he often meets us in the strangest of places. 


In John 4 we see Jesus waiting for a woman, not in a sanctuary, but beside a well. He knew her need and met her where she would be.

In Luke 10 we see Jesus meeting in the home of a couple of sisters by the name of Mary and Martha. He gives Mary her first taste of theology by allowing her to sit at his feet and soak up his teaching. 

In Luke 8 Jesus meets a demoniac by the name of Legion, not in a church service but on the shore of the sea of Galilee. 

In Luke 13 we find Jesus is teaching in the synagogue and notices a crippled woman. She gets to go forward and meet Jesus who then met her need…even on a Sabbath day of rest! 

He meets Mary Magdalene in a garden outside of his very own tomb. He meets her in her grief and shares the good news of His Good News and tells her to tell the others.  

He met with people on mountainsides and muddy pig sties. Offshore in a boat and places remote. He saw people no one else sees….the blind, the wounded and the least of these. 


There is no place that Jesus doesn’t see us or want to meet with us. Sometimes I think we make it too hard. Like we have to live loud and be mega for Jesus to notice. 

He meets you. Right where you are. 

Whether it’s in a pew or a fancy chair. Whether your congregation is 10 or 10,000. Whether you’re a big city church or a country congregation. 

He meets you and will use you. Right where you are. 

I first met Jesus in that little country church. I got to see him in action long after I moved away when Esther and Ginny visited my Granny in the nursing home every Sunday until she passed. I can just hear them say “I will” when the old man with white/grey hair asked who could visit Alice in the nursing home. 

Jesus met with my Granny all the way to the end through two friends.

Where has Jesus met you?


Reach for the Stars with Your Feet on the Ground (Day 13 Reach)

I grew up with grandparents who gardened. They would can and freeze enough food to last most of the winter. Once I got married and had a couple of kids of my own, I wanted to do the same thing. I’ve always wanted a garden that looks like this: 

We tried a handful of times through the years but failed pretty miserably most of the time. Why? We had big dreams but didn’t realize that while we could reach for the stars our feet needed to stay on the ground. 

It takes the following to reach big dreams: 

Time: the times we started a garden big enough to give us food through the winter, were also some of the busiest times for our kids. We have five kids and everyone has been in sports, on top of school stuff. The reality of being able to put the time in the garden needed AND wanting to attend all of our kids activities simply wasn’t a reality at all. 

Energy: it takes a lot of energy for big dreams to happen and well, we’re all human and have a finite amount to go around. Maybe some things had to come off our plates before we could make this dream garden happen. 

Effort: we had to ask ourselves if we were willing to put in the effort, the work it takes to make a big garden happen. There are days when it is hot and the weeds seem to be winning the war. Other days there was stuff ready to harvest and can or freeze so I had to change plans to do the work that needed done that day. 

Education: were we willing to learn, to read, to attend classes that taught us about soil, seeds, crop rotation, planting, harvesting, how to can, freeze and dry? Were we willing to change what needed changed once we learned more about what we were doing right and wrong? 

Experiment: I’ve had some fun with this one. Every year I try to plant something new in the garden. Sometimes it works and sometimes it’s a bust but you don’t know which is which until you try. I have a garden journal and map that I make notes on what was planted where and what succeeded and failed. 

Big dreams start with small things. 

Instead of a huge garden that we simply didn’t have the time or energy to put in the effort with, I opted for a few containers on the back patio for a while. I grew some tomatoes and a handful of herbs as well as a few pepper plants. 

My dream of having a big garden didn’t die, I simply turned my waiting room into a classroom. I began to learn more about gardening and not just the parts and pieces I remember as a kid. I YouTube all kinds of things and follow several homesteaders who are doing the thing I love/want to do. 

This year I canned 54 quarts of green beans, 20 pints of different pickles, pizza sauce and jalapeños. I froze basil and chives. I dehydrated tomatoes, sage, oregano, patchouli, calendula, lavender and chocolate mint for tea. And my experiment this year was luffah sponges! So fun!!

Is it enough to eat on all winter? Nah. But we are ever closer to reaching the stars with our feet on the ground because we learned that we cannot grow corn if our lives depended on it so next year we will buy from a local farmer. We also learned a lot about squash bugs and blossom rot and what to do to prevent both. I’m adding a medicinal garden along the back of the house because I tried some things in pots and it was fabulous.

This is my actual garden. It’s getting there! In the meantime, I’m having a blast learning. (And feeding live tomato worms to the chickens…ahhh…sweet revenge. 🙂

That dream of mine? It’s doable because I’ve allowed my waiting room to be my class room. What’s your big dream? Keep reaching for the stars with your feet on the ground!!


Running Your Race Well (Day 12 First)

It’s race day. My best friend since kindergarten Molly asked me to walk the 4 Miler at Ohio State with her. We had to estimate our finish time when we registered. I got a text from her that said in part: 

I was able to pull up your ticket # and approx time under your name and our team name. You funny girl! 1 hour finish! I put 2 hours!! 

You guys! We have no hopes of finishing first. We’re both in our fifties. We both have had several kiddos and way too many peanut M&M’s. We are in it for the sheer enjoyment of spending the day together and we get to end the race on the 50-yard line in the Shoe!! 

this is us…celebrating her youngest graduating from high school.

This reminded me of another high school friend. Her name is Doris and she ran the mile our senior year of track. She never ever won a race. Not one. She never came in first. In fact, she would still be running after much of the meet was done. Dead last. Always. 

She may have been the slowest runner many had ever seen but you know what? Coming in first isn’t always the most important thing. Here are some others that count too: 

She always stayed in her lane. 

She always ran her race. 

She always finished. 

She never quit. 

She may not have finished first but she always faithfully finished. May that be said of me as well. 

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. (2Timothy 4:7CSB)

Into Deep Waters (Day 11 Deep)

Perhaps you’ve felt like I have when I’ve tried every avenue that I know to do and Jesus asks me to try the very same thing I just got through doing…one more time. 

Sometimes it feels like I’m in over my head, like Jesus asks too much of me. Maybe you feel like that every once in awhile as well. 

That’s where we find the disciples who are fisherman with no fish in their nets…


Jesus asks for a little.

Jesus had just finished healing a bunch of people and was looking for a spot to get away from the crowds but they followed him so he began to share with them on the shore of Galilee. As the crowd pressed in to hear more…

He saw two boats at the edge of the lake; the fishermen had left them and were washing their nets. He got into one of the boats, which belonged to Simon, and asked him to put out a little from the land. Then he sat down and was teaching the crowds from the boat. (Luke 5:1-3 CSB)

I love this. Jesus makes sure the soon-to-be-disciples hear him teaching Truth a little ways out from shore before he calls them into something more. 

Looking back on my faith journey, Jesus has given me opportunities to listen and obey in small ways before asking me to trust him when the way seems overwhelming and dark. 


Jesus asks us to push out farther still.

When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, “Put out into deep water and let down your nets for a catch. (Luke 5:4CSB)

The disciples would have had to row out further still. Jesus takes them from the shore where they began, to out a little, to out further still, into the deep water. 

It’s a progression. I learned to listen, trust and obey with a little and now a little more. 

The disciples’ next move was critical. Jesus was asking them to do something they spent the whole night doing with nothing in return. Would they listen? 


Jesus asks us to trust him in the deep water. 

“Master,” Simon replied, “we’ve worked hard all night long and caught nothing. But if you say so, I’ll let down the nets.” (Luke 5:5 CSB) 

Here is a Carpenter telling a fisherman how to fish! I know, I know, Jesus isn’t just any carpenter but still. I can’t help but wonder what was going through their minds. 

I also wonder how often we might think the same thing? We are our kids’ parents, wouldn’t we know what’s best for them? How about at our jobs? Or with unanswered prayer and he says to keep praying fervently. 

The definition of insanity is to keep doing the same thing expecting a different result. You know what? Sometimes trusting Jesus out in the deep is the most insane sane thing you can do. 

He asks us to trust that he knows how to do the thing we’re good at, even better. Do we trust him enough to answer like Simon and reply, “But if you say so…”


When they did this, they caught a great number of fish, and their nets began to tear. So they signaled to their partners in the other boat to come and help them. They came and filled both boats so full that they began to sink.” (Luke 5:6-7 CSB)

Being out in the deep and being asked to trust him is one of the hardest things to do but the dividends are beyond what we could ever imagine. 

Jesus takes us from listening to Truth on the shore to going out a little ways to in-over-our-head faith. Will you trust Him? 


If you enjoyed this post on Luke 5 you may like this one too: But because You say so.

Are We Scared to Be Kind? (Day 10 Scared)

The year was around 2009 and my middle daughter and I were sitting in Urgent Care waiting to be seen. There was an older couple in there as well. Ellen was on and had just made some funny comments. Mackenzie and I both laughed. The older couple’s conversation went something like this:

The Man: that was funny. 

The Woman: WHAT?

The Man: I said that was funny! (In a much louder I-can’t-hear-you-voice.)

The Woman: too bad she’s gay. 

The Man: WHAT?

The Woman: I said she is funny. Too bad she’s gay. 

We looked at each other wondering what being gay had to do with her ability to be funny. At the time we both kind of laughed it off and didn’t really think anything about it. They were old blah, blah, blah. 

Fast forward ten years and we’ve come to a place where we can’t even sit together and enjoy a football game if we are different than each other. This is former President George Bush, a conservative Republican and Ellen DeGeneres a liberal gay celebrity having a laugh at the Dallas Cowboys game. 

Ellen shares on her show (in the video link towards the bottom) that some people wrote to her upset that she could sit with someone like President Bush AND actually enjoy it! 

I just don’t get it. Since when has it become so hard to simply be kind to each other? I can’t be friends with (or kind to for that matter) him because he’s gay or her because she’s conservative. How did we get here?

Are we scared to be kind to people who are different than us? That perhaps their differences will rub off on us like elementary school cooties? 

Differences are an invitation for dialogue, not division. (Caleb Kaltenbach author of Messy Grace)

Lest you think I have no opportunity to show kindness, as you read this I am spending the day with my Dad who wasn’t around much when I was growing up. We are as different as night and day both politically and spiritually. And yet we have commonalities because we are more than politics and religion.

Besides that I have five grown kids who all think and act differently than I do. There have been ample opportunities to choose to show kindness to one another even when we disagreed with each other.

To the conservative people who think they need to speak Truth with no Grace or Love. The Truth you speak of also commands to be kind and compassionate to one another. (Ephesians 4:32 CSB) You want to show people Jesus? Be kind. 

To the LGBTQ community who think being friends with a conservative is worse than bamboo shoots under your nails: not every one whose beliefs are more traditional carry signs shouting Turn or Burn or God hates fags. 

We’ve got to stop looking at each other solely through a lense based on a political party or sexual identity. We are more than that! We have gifts and talents and jobs and big hearts and smarts. We are painters and comedians, musicians and writers. Moms and Dads and Grandparents. We are students and teachers, counselors and firefighters. Math wizards and science majors. We are all made in the image of God. 

Somehow we’ve forgotten that being human means being kind to human beings. 

It’s okay to laugh at Ellen because she IS funny! (period) Here is the monologue from her show. She explains things so much better than me as I’m still over here scratching my head and wondering why we’re so scared to be kind. 


What God Has Joined Together (Day 9 Joined)

I’ll bet you thought by the title of this blog that I’m going to talk about marriage. Sorry to disappoint. Or maybe you’re glad. Either way, keep reading because you are in for a sweet treat!! 

God knew when he created the cow that the cow would produce milk that the milk would separate into something drinkable on the bottom and a cream on top that could then be whisked into submission to bring us delicious butter. And according to Julia Child, With enough butter, anything is good. 

God also knew what he was doing when he created cane (the plant not the person) from whence we get sugar. Not to mention a bean, by way of a tree, called Cacao (not to be confused with the Chinese warlord Cao Cao who rose to great power in his final years.) The Cacao bean is a dynasty unto itself and has smoothed many a conflict and soothed many cravings with its flavor. 

I cannot keep writing without the mention of my beloved chickens that produce eggs and are still wondering why her buddy crossed the road. Was it really just to get to the other side? 

It’s a little bit of heaven on earth when you can join: 

2 cups sugar

1 cup butter softened

4 eggs

2 teaspoons vanilla 

Mix the above together then add ¼ cup milk and stir. 

Put 8 tablespoons cocoa in a measuring cup then fill the rest of the cup with flour add to the above ingredients. 

Add 1 more cup flour. 

Mix all together then add 1 cup of nuts if desired (I use pecans). 

Pour into a 13×9 pan sprayed with a non-stick spray.

Bake at 350 for 25-30 minutes. 

The original recipe was for a 9X9 pan which proved to be way to small so the one given in the body of the blog is doubled. You’re welcome! 🙂

When Granny’s (well used) recipe made with simple ingredients that I always have in the cupboard are joined together in sacred harmony, my taste buds will sing forever. 

What God has joined together let no man put asunder. Can I get a hardy yes and amen? 


Enough for Today (Day 8 Gather)

I’ve done a lot of gathering this summer. Though it’s been a lot of work, it’s also been fun to plant some experiments like these luffa sponges. It can’t always be about green beans, cucumbers and tomatoes! I’ll need something to scrub off the dirt as I soak in my bubble bath with rose petals, wine and candles! 

I’ve gathered and canned. I’ve gathered and frozen. I’ve gathered and dried. I’ve gathered in preparation for the winter. I gathered with the future in mind. I gathered what was given on any one day.

Gathering is nothing new. 


Then the Lord said to Moses, “I am going to rain bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. This way I will test them to see whether or not they will follow my instructions. (Exodus 16:4 CSB

Did they trust God to provide for them? A few verses later Moses tells us: 

Some gathered a lot, some a little. When they measured it by quarts, the person who gathered a lot had no surplus and the person who gathered a little had no shortage. Each gathered as much as he needed to eat. Moses said to them, “No one is to let any of it remain until morning.” But they didn’t listen to Moses; some people left part of it until morning and it bred worms and stank. (Exodus 16:17-20 CSB) 

No they didn’t trust God to provide for their daily needs. They tried to gather more than they needed just in case God didn’t come through for them. Or maybe He slept in or something. 

This act of gathering was about so much more than food. 


I wake up everyday with a choice to trust God. 

Will I worry about tomorrow’s concern today, trying to manipulate things to make sure tomorrow’s need is met? Will I let thoughts of fear and anxiety about the future of my spouse, kids and grandkids, friends, the world, a diagnosis, political discourse etc accumulate and breed worms…ruining my peace and stinking up the joy that was given for today? 

But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things will be provided for you. Therefore don’t worry about tomorrow because tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.  (Matthew 6:33-34 CSB)

Jesus tells us, peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you. (John 14:27 CSB) 

Will I wonder if I’ll gather enough strength to meet the emotional and physical needs I’m facing today? Or do I cry out: 

Lord be gracious to me! I wait for you. Be my strength every morning and my salvation in times of trouble. (Isaiah 33:2 CSB)

The Lord tells his grace is sufficient for us, for his power is perfected in our weakness. (2Corinthians 12:9 CSB) 

The choice is mine as to what I gather. Jesus tells us that he gives us today our daily bread. (Matthew 6:11 CSBAnd also that he is the bread of life. (John 6:35) Chew on that for a bit. 

He gives us enough energy for today because He is our Strength. 

He gives us enough to meet our needs because He is our Provider.

He gives us enough so we don’t have to worry because He is our Peace. 

Will you gather what He gives?


If you enjoyed this post, here is a similar one called A Bounty in the Broken

Different but the Same (Day 7 Same)

Journal entry August 25, 2014:

It’s the night before I leave and I have been prayed up and prayed for by so many people! I’m excited to see what You will do not only in the hearts and minds of the people in Zimbabwe but also in my own heart and mind. 

Boy did He answer. I had never been out of the country so this was a big step for me. Having grown up in a small Midwest town surrounded by cornfields and cattle, I had never been exposed to much culture or color before. 

Journal entry August 26, 2014:

I am surrounded by beautiful skin tones and hair wraps and baby wraps of color. I listened to a lady across the aisle praying for our flight—in Jesus name—it was beautifully said in her native tongue. 

Same flight but the next day, journal entry August 27, 2014

What a flight! Kids are everywhere. Babies crying. I met a little girl, Divine, she’s 7, in the 3rd grade and likes science. Her tooth was loose and she sat wiggling it, worried about coming our on the plane. We (people) are so alike in many ways…no matter the culture. 

Another woman…same one from across the aisle had brought her baby girl to college in the US. I asked her how she was handling it. “It’s a long way from home but it’s such a good opportunity for her. I only want what is best for my daughter.” 

That’s when I began to understand that God was showing me early in the trip that: We Mommas aren’t much different even though 8000+ miles separate us. (From the same journal entry above)

He would weave this message for me all throughout those 10 days. There were differences of course. The landscape, homes and culture were different. The food, animals and language were different. But some things you didn’t need to speak the same in order to understand. 

Me trying to distract a little one with my water bottle cap during a leadership presentation. 🙂

Like the way the women were getting aggravated with a young Mom when her baby wouldn’t stop crying during one of the trainings. 

Journal entry:

It was interesting to note the eyes (looks) and body language is a universal thing. One little guy kept crying and his Mom wouldn’t take him out right away. You could see the women start to fidget then look back like take him out of here! A shaking of the head and a tsk tsk is the same in any language. 

The sounds of grief are universal. We were able to attend the funeral of an 18-year-old young man who lost his fight with lymphoma. The witch doctors had done all they could do. The grandparents who were raising him refused to allow modern medicine to intervene. 

Their beliefs and ours were different but when we pulled up to the house where the wake was going on, we could hear the wailing from inside the home. We made our way into the tiny house where the women were all sitting on the floor side by side all the way around the room. There was not one piece of furniture anywhere. One woman was weeping and wailing uncontrollably. I’ve not experienced anything like it before. Once we got all the way around Denford very quietly started to sing and as others joined in the wailing stopped and weeping died down. Soon the entire house was singing this local church hymn. 

You didn’t have to speak their language to understand the depth of their sorrow and the comfort of praising the One true God. 

When you look at this picture there are obvious differences: Our eye color. Our hair color, texture and curl. Our skin tones. Our ages. 

But what I learned is all the things that are the same. We have the…

Same love for our children. Just like the woman across the aisle from me. These beautiful women wanted the best for their kids and would move a mountain to get them what they needed. 

Same love for gardening and chickens! Their gardens were gorgeous! And I got to meet a fellow chicken lady by the name of Fortunate. 

Same love for candy! Janet became the pied piper of Twizzlers for both young and old!

Same need for community. We got to stay at GoGo (Grandma) Sarah’s compound. She cried when we left because she missed her own family who moved south to better themselves. 

Same desire to keep a clean home, put dinner on the table, and keep their family safe from harm. 

Inside one of the homes in the village.

One woman told us, “Brown and white make a whole loaf.” I’m not completely sure what she meant by that but perhaps if we would start seeing each other by what we have in common, how we are the same, this world would be a much better place.

When I started out on this trip I was nervous because of the differences in culture and language. What I came home with is how much we’re the same. Because of that trip and those people, I never will be. 


I Want to Be a Noticer (Day 6 Notice)

I want to be a noticer. Someone who sees things others don’t see. Who hears things that others don’t hear. Jesus was a noticer. 

  • He noticed the woman at the well, the odd time of day she was there and that she came alone. He met her where she was and with what she needed. (John 4) I want to be a noticer of the lonely, the outcast and underdog.
  • He noticed the widow woman who gave two coins out of her poverty. (Luke 21:1-4) My study notes saysince the temple treasury boxes were located in the court of the women, the widow could have entered without being noticed. Yet Jesus saw her and immediately knew of her sacrificial gift. I want to be a “yet Jesus” and see. I want to be a noticer of the sacrifices people make, the small ways they contribute big.
  • He noticed a woman sitting in the synagogue that had been crippled for 18 years and healed her. (Luke 13:10-16) I want to be a noticer of those who are crippled around me, not just physically but crippled with fear, crippled from their past, crippled with emotional pain. 
  • He noticed the woman who touched his robe. Though the crowds were crushing him and he was on his way to another appointment, he noticed her touch and stopped to spend a few minutes with her.  (Luke 8:43-48) I want to be a noticer of those in need of a simple touch of kindness and compassion even when my schedule is crowded and those around me are pressing in for more. 
  • Jesus asks us to be noticers….of the hungry, the thirsty, the stranger, the naked, the sick and the imprisoned. He asks us to feed them, give them a drink, clothe them, take care of them and visit them.  (Matthew 25:31-46) How can we do these things if we don’t notice them? 

I want to be a noticer. I can start by putting away my phone and looking out instead of down…at the coffee shop, in a restaurant, with my family, with my friends, in a meeting, at church, at the grocery store. 

I want to be a noticer. I can start by making (taking) time to be aware of those around me. To not just look but truly see. To not just hear but truly listen. To watch for moments when someone needs a touch, some time, some tenderness. 

I want to be a noticer. I want to make a difference which means I need to be different. I need to trust the “interruptions” are divine appointments. I need to slow down and not be frustrated when things (people?) get in the way. 

Wouldn’t the world be a better place if we would simply notice? 

I want to be a noticer. Maybe you do too? 


Each Other (Day 5 Other)

As I was scouring through the concordance looking up verses that had today’s word prompt other, I began to notice two words that popped up quite often. Those were each other. There’s a lot we can do for each other and to each other…

Love each other.

My command is this: love each other as I have loved you. (John 15:12&17 NIV)

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. (1Peter4:8 NIV)

Do ordinary things with extraordinary love. (Mother Teresa)

Open a door, smile at a worn out Mom, be kind to your waitress, show compassion to someone who’s slow, listen to a friend who is hurting, buy someone’s coffee. It doesn’t take much for people to feel loved.

Hold each other accountable. 

Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. (James 5:16 NIV) 

This one is a BOGO for each other to confess to and pray for. 

Forgive each other.

Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other just as in Christ God forgave you. (Ephesians 4:32 NIV) 

This trifecta of kindness, compassion and forgiveness goes a long way to showing the world Jesus. 

Carry each other.

Carry each other’s burdens and in this way your will fulfill the law of Christ. (Galatians 6:2 NIV) 

We aren’t meant to do hard things alone. 

Encourage each other.

Therefore encourage each other and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing. (1Thessalonians 5:11 NIV) 

Bonus time! Not only do we get to encourage each other but we get to cheer each other on and celebrate each other by building each other up! 


Unfortunately there were a handful of foul fowls in the flock that squawked some broody business for each other. Check out what else we can do if we aren’t careful: 

Bite/devour/destroy each other. 

If you keep on biting and devouring each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other. (Galatians 5:15 NIV)

Another trifecta, only it’s a whole lot of ugly in one little verse.

Provoke and envy each other.

Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying each other. (Galatians 5:26 NIV)

Let us not indeed. 


The way I see it, we have a choice to make today. We can either rip each other apart or walk with each other in love, holding each other accountable so we can be better people. 

We can infuriate each other or initiate understanding by talking to and walking through hard things with each other. 

We can be jealous of each other or we can spur one another on by celebrating one another’s gifts, cheering each other’s wins and being the loudest clapper in the group when one of us succeeds. 

We can build or we can bully. But we can’t do both.

Which each other group will you choose? 


You can check out all the posts on my 31 days of writing prompts by clicking on this: 31 Days of Prompts and Circumstance