I’m Holley Gerth, and if we could have coffee today I’d say, “We all battle lies sometimes.”
We hear words inside like, "I’m not enough," or "Maybe I’m not really loved." All this means is that we are still at war because we are still living in a fallen world. If we’re soldiers on a battlefield and someone is shooting arrows at us, is that a reason to be ashamed? Is that a reason to feel guilty? No!
This morning I forgot something.
Coffee? Got it. Car keys? Got em. Morning playlist? Bumping. Remembering that I serve a risen savior and my mandate to spread His message to everyone? I uh, might have left that at my parent’s church on Sunday.
Five years ago, I became an adoptive grandma. I watched as my daughter and son-in-law held their child for the first time. Three years later, it happened again!
These boys are gifts, placed in the arms of a family waiting and searching and praying for them for a long time. Is it all joy and roses? No, there are nights when one fights sleep like a tiger.
"Congratulations!!" I type the words in reply to a friend’s happy news, intentionally adding numerous emoticons, and a silly gif for good measure. The sentiment is true. I genuinely mean it. But it carries with it a familiar ache.
Have you ever felt like the fairy tale was meant for everyone except you? I have.
Hindsight. How many times have you wished that you could get the benefit of hindsight without having to endure the experience? I know I have, many times.
When we get to the events of Good Friday, death on a cross and a sealed tomb, it’s easy for us to rush past it, because… hindsight. You see, we know what the disciples had no way of knowing on that day. We know that Jesus doesn’t stay in that tomb. That He does in fact get out, and they get in to see the empty tomb and hear the angel’s voice telling them “He is risen!”
I’ve thought about it before, but it's even more remarkable when you hear it.
The disciples, the ones who had a front row seat to seeing Jesus as Master and King, are arguing about which one of them is the greatest. It sounds absurd. Ridiculous. Arrogant. And far too familiar.
Home. It’s something that many of us take for granted. But for some, home is a dream that seems unobtainable. That's where Habitat for Humanity comes in. Since the first Habitat house was built in the early 1970's, more than 800,000 families now have a home.
Spring is here! The trees are starting to bud, and flowers are starting to bloom. Love is in the air.
Young couples are getting married soon, about to start their new life together. How can every couple keep that love fresh and new?
Today I am praying for a young 15 year-old girl, who just this morning underwent a bone marrow transplant. Thanks to the internet, I’ve been able to follow the course of her treatment since her diagnosis seven months ago. Her parents have faithfully updated their blog so all of us can pray informed prayers.
I wince when I read their reports. They sound so very much like Psalm 22. Like Jesus’ cries from the cross.
What a week it’s been! On Friday morning we wrapped up the on-air portion of KLRC’s 2017 Spring Fundraiser. We are thankful and thrilled that over 2000 of you decided to “Be The Change” by sharing hope in Jesus through a gift of support to KLRC.