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<p>The line for visitation wrapped all the way around the sanctuary, looped through the pews, down the hall and, someone even said, back to the church office. I had never been to this church before, but even I knew the church office was a long ways off. Hundreds of people came to pay respects to &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/07/02/the-legacy-of-a-man-who-cut-wood/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>When Mordecai learned all that had been done, he tore his clothes and put on sackcloth and ashes and went int to the midst of the city&#8230;Mordecai told all that had happened and the exact sum of money that Haman had promised to pay into the King&#8217;s treasuries for the destruction of the Jews. Esther &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/04/11/but-there-you-are-esther/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span

<p>A couple of years ago my grandmother stayed the weekend me. Brent was away for a conference. She does this a lot when he is gone. We are good company to eachother. This one particular visit I can&#8217;t forget. Mamaw had gone into the bathroom to bathe. She closed the door behind her. I was &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/02/15/day-fifteen-love-remembers/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>My mother was a bargain shopper. A wheelin-dealin&#8217;, card carryin&#8217;, bona fide, clearance queen. No matter if it fit or matched &#8211; if it was 65% off she could make it work. I loved this about her.Spring 2002, Brent and I were nearing the Big Day. We had spent hours registering for dinnerware, Tupperware, Corningware, &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/09/25/the-beauty-of-broken-pieces/">Continue reading <span class="meta

<p>This summer began with goals of being a significant one. My list was written early May. Spiritual, physical and relational goals for myself and my family. However, when making my plans, I could have never dreamed just how significant this summer would be &#8230; in 1,000 unexpected ways. The heart of man plans his ways, &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/07/16/ramblings-of-a-prideful-woman/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rar

<p>What is the biggest distraction between you and a deeper relationship with God? What consumes your thought life? Are you one to make &#8220;promises&#8221; to God and break them? I am so sick and tired of anything competing for my affection with Christ. He is so much better than &#8220;whatever it is&#8221; that might hinder &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/06/20/what-hinders-you/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span

<p>I am so blessed to still have two living grandmothers. Eighty-nine and Ninety-one. You have met Mamaw Arden, my most valuable inheritance, but never before have you met Mildred, my dad&#8217;s mother. She has always been small and feisty. A water aerobic goddess, a skilled gardener and devoted wife. After my grandfather passed of Lou &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/12/13/he-is-near-to-the-brokenhearted/">Continue reading <span class

<p>This weekend I received a &#8220;forward this to 10 people&#8221; style email from my dad. I usually read them, but never participate. This one took me by surprise. As we celebrate the birth of Jesus, this magnificent God invading our world as a humble baby, let us reflect on the purpose of His coming. Surely &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/12/06/a-chain-mail-that-im-actually-passing-on/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rar

<p>Meet my Mother. Darlene. Isn&#8217;t she so beautiful? I remember when this picture was taken. We were at a cookout in May 2004. I remember smiling, cheek to cheek with her thinking, this could very well be one of the last pictures I ever take with her. And it was. Less than a year later, &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/05/08/it-is-well/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>Strange. The boys and I went to the park the other day. I was watching my youngest toddle around on wood chips and climbing a playset much too large for him when I was suddenly, keenly aware of my mortality. Unrelated to anything I was doing. Every now and then my own mortality comes into &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/03/21/just-like-that/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>