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Every other summer, our Women’s Ministry sponsors a Secret Sister outreach. We swap names and a list of our favorites – and try to keep it anonymous until our Reveal Party in the early fall. We keep it simple. One gift per month valued at no more than $5, cards any time and prayer as much as possible! It’s so fun to see the gifts come and go each week and the excitement that builds as the summer months keep passing. Who is my secret sister? Hmmm… A bit embarrassing to admit, but two years ago the lady I was giving gifts to confessed that early on in the summer she knew exactly who her Secret Sister was. I couldn’t believe it! I thought I’d been so careful not to leave a clue. So, I asked her, “What gave me away?” She grinned and said “The reused gift bag that still had a name label on it with one of your kid’s names.” Oh my! That’s a dead giveaway, huh? We had a good laugh together, and I encouraged her with how much I enjoyed praying for her over the past weeks. Sometimes th...

Many years ago, I began a habit of praying for my Sunday School students while I was at the dentist. It was a positive way to spend 20 minutes of my day while confined to a small space. In fact, one of my more challenging high school teens was the subject of many prayers from my dentist's chair. He is nearly 40 years old now, and he still gets prayed for every time I go to the dentist – and this week was no exception.  Unexpectedly, a consult with a specialist turned into an on-the-spot root canal! For over two hours, I tried to refocus away from what was happening to me and instead use my time wisely. I prayed for my family, my friends, the dentist, the church and even that special young man! What’s amazing about prayer is that there is not one specific way that it has to be done. Standing, Sitting, Laying Lifting Hands or Looking Up Pounding Chest or Head Between Knees All these ways, and more, are in the Bible. All around our world, there are many differe...

“I rejoice in your word like one who discovers a great treasure.” Psalm 119:162 (NLT). Did you and your friends ever hunt for buried treasure as kids? Swords, pirate gear – complete with eye patch – and a treasure map! Imaginations were larger than life and elaborate tales were role played in backyards, school yards and damp basements. The proverbial X was to mark THE spot, but thankfully most searches ended before any of the neighbor’s yards were dug up and left with gaping holes. What’s strange is that I have no recollection of ever discovering anything resembling a hidden treasure. Did you? While I have no memory of how those explorations ended, I do now love to find hidden treasure in God’s Word. One such treasure was uncovered recently while I was doing a study of the Book of Nehemiah. As I began, I assumed that I would just be revisiting the rebuilding of the wall surrounding Jerusalem. However, I soon discovered many fun facts about that massive renovation project. It ...

In our early months of ministry, my husband lovingly pointed out a couple of my ‘rough edges’ that would likely create an issue for us. What was strange about these requests is that he’d never had a problem with my behavior prior. I wasn’t offended by the request, but I was a bit surprised when this hint of duty surfaced simply because I now carried the title, Pastor’s Wife. His gentle nudging and final request in one area of potential conflict went something like this – He - “You really have to stop saying that.” Me - “But that word just fits perfectly sometimes.” He – I know, but it’s just not wise.”   And so, I submitted to his wisdom and years of experience dealing with church leadership. What was the issue that made him so uncomfortable with his new bride? My ‘colored’ vocabulary.   Gasp! Yep, me. The good girl that my parents raised had retained a pet word even after I rededicated my life to the Lord. I was not blind to the fact that this partic...