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<p>Does your soul ever feel unraveled? My soul came undone this week like a skien of yarn. One pick of thread led to a full blown come apart.  Maybe it is 50 days of  quarantine coming out from every angle. Maybe it&#8217;s hormones. We can blame everything on hormones. But most likely it is a &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2020/05/11/finding-my-way-at-forty-two/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>This spring our lives revolve around baseball.  Three fields on which three boys play two games each week with one practice in between.  That is a lot of time in bleachers and equates to a lot of Big League Chew. But it also means a lot of cancelled games.  Rainy games don&#8217;t happen in baseball. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2015/04/13/the-game-has-been-cancelled/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></

<p>Some mornings you just have to hug your kid and ask his forgiveness for being such a mean mommy the day before. Today is one of those mornings. We will never know how much is restored in the words, &#8220;Will you forgive mommy?&#8221; He does not deal with us according to our sins, nor repay &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2013/07/01/as-a-son-shows-compassion-to-his-mommy/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span

<p>Luke was in the back seat listening in on a conversation between Brent and me on Sunday afternoon.  We were driving in the van, the music was a bit loud, and I had no idea he could hear us. We were discussing the week ahead.  Baseball tryouts.  Bible study. The appointment with our insurance man. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2013/02/28/100-maybe/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>And after an interval of about an hour still another insisted, saying, &#8220;Certainly this man also was with him, for he too is a Galilean.&#8221; But Peter said, &#8220;Man, I do not know what you are talking about.&#8221; And immediately, while he was still speaking, the rooster crowed. And the Lord turned and looked at &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/11/08/it-doesnt-end-with-a-rooster/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&

<p>My mind is swirling about the beginning of school.  Is yours? And when asking God where He would like us to begin our &#8220;Prayin&#8217; Up Our Babies&#8221; series, I hear from Him.  Loud and clear. The first prayer for my children&#8217;s school year, begins with me. Confession. Therefore confess your sins to one another and &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/08/prayin-up-our-babies-confession/">Continue reading <span class="met

<p>I can be such a mean mommy. Yesterday, ugh. I was just mean. It was day three of Brent being out of town. I was exhausted. We had been inside too long and the kids were restless. They were rowdy and just being boys. Which rarely bothers me. Unless it is day three of no &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/02/13/day-thirteen-love-forgets/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>One day last week, I stood brushing my teeth over on my side of the bathroom vanity. Brent stood at his sink, leaning towards the mirror and studying the length of his new facial hair. With a toothbrush busy in my mouth, I muffled, &#8220;You about ready to shave that?&#8221; &#8220;Babe. You know its November.&#8221; &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/11/14/at-the-feet-of-jesus-a-new-series/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&r

<p>Spring Break 2011 is coming to a close. The family and I had the great privilege of staying a week with eighty college students in Daytona Beach, Florida. It was so powerful. And I learned so much. But what I learned, God didn&#8217;t reveal during devotionals or morning quiet times scheduled for our students. No. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/03/19/dear-god-dont-let-me-be-a-diva/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</s

<p>My deepest apologies for such a late go at the blog. We have been bombarded with life. Let me just give you a glimpse into where we&#8217;ve been&#8230; Drum roll&#8230;. Happy 90th Birthday, Ethel! Isn&#8217;t she a doll? Yes, this past weekend we celebrated my grandmother&#8217;s big 90th milestone. Just ten more years until she&#8217;s &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/02/01/reflections-day-five-forgive-big-sigh/">Continue reading

<p>There we sat, my friend Cynthia and I. Sitting in cold, stale chairs in her pediatrician&#8217;s waiting area. Five other families surrounded us. Sniffling children. A receptionist at the front desk and a quiet television mounted in a corner. My phone, the ringer on high, blasts from my purse. &#8220;Hello.&#8221; It was Tracie. I talk &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/01/29/love-dare-5-forgive-big-sigh/">Continue reading <span class=

<p>The unforgiving heart is so costly. Read what Jesus says about forgiveness&#8230; And whenever you stand praying, forgive, if you have anything against anyone, so that your Father also who is in Heaven may forgive you your trespasses. Mark 11:25I am 100% in love with Jesus, but I am also 100% human. My feelings get &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/01/06/the-quiet-sin-of-an-unforgiving-heart/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&

<p>Yesterday it was very clear to me&#8230;apart from Christ I can do nothing. N O T H I N G. John 15:5. My life verse. Well, I guess if you count snapping at my children, discouraging my husband and making a complete fool of myself, I guess that is something. Maybe I should rephrase &#8230; &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/11/10/i-have-one-thing-going-for-me/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>There was a time in my life when I stood outside, looking in on the Christian way of life. I was an onlooker. Through the window I could see joy, deep joy, peace, freedom, authentic laughter and meaningful friendships. Christians were fascinating to watch. But I was just that&#8230;a watcher. An outsider. By choice. I &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/10/28/in-spite-of-cussing-and-southern-comfort/">Continue reading <span class="meta-

<p>Rebuke. &#8220;The word itself doesn&#8217;t sound very kind. But it is. Rebuke is meant to help you see yourself with accuracy.&#8221; &#8211; Ted TrippLooking at myself with accurate eyes can be painful. And ugly. But this week the Lord is guiding me through the mucky waters of my inner self; reviewing the attitudes and intentions &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/10/21/with-sober-judgement/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">

<p>Yesterday morning I sat down to do my Proverbs study. The emphasis of the study is The Family Living From Proverbs. Yesterday the topic was The Source of Our Words. So I am meaning to look up Proverbs 16:2. I have my journal in hand, and I begin to copy&#8230;. Pride goes before destruction, a &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/06/06/a-goldfish-carton-and-the-wrong-proverb/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></sp

<p>Well, I had every intention of writing about Summer Sanity #7 this morning, but the Lord had other plans. Last night, I kept having a dream about a Bible verse. It was so crazy. When does that ever happen? So I thought it best to investigate. This was the verse&#8230;James 5:16 says, Therefore, confess your &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/06/01/a-braveheart-moment/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p

<p>Yesterday, I was adding some numbers and I looked at my six-year-old and said, &#8220;Hey Grant, remember the number 150.&#8221;&#8220;OK, 150&#8221; he said. He left the room and within seconds came back in and asked, &#8220;120?&#8221;&#8220;One fifty.&#8221; I said.He left the room again and returned about 20 minutes later, handed me a pink piece of &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/03/03/immeasurably-more/">Continue reading <span