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<p>Some would think that a house full of women, closed in confined spaces for a full weekend might mean trouble. Conflict. Comparison. Catty-ness. Cruelty. And they might be right if watching some reality show on Bravo. But, put thirty or more women, Jesus-lovin&#8217; women, in a house together. One full weekend. And what do you &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/02/22/a-taste-of-heaven/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</s

<p>Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace among men. Luke 2:14We have arrived at the threshold of Christmas. December 23rd. The hustle and bustle is arguably at its peak &#8211; food is being prepared, last minute gifts purchased, traffic is absolutely crazy and I am finding myself getting a little lost in &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/12/23/christmas-goals-2010/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></spa

<p>I grew up in East Tennessee. A little town on the outskirts of Knoxville. My sister, my mom and me. My grandmother lived next door. Mom and Dad had divorced. Papaw died when I was three. Four females. In the back roads of Tennessee. One night I woke to my mother standing beside my bedroom &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/11/30/protection-no-pistol-can-offer/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>Waiting. I am not a woman who is naturally inclined to wait. My daddy says I shot out of the womb wondering what we were going to do next. Let&#8217;s get movin&#8217;. We live in a culture that nurtures our natural tendency for instant gratification. Fast food. High speed Internet. 70 MPH Interstates. Books on &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/11/08/and-while-youre-waiting/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></

<p>This morning was a rarity. I woke early (not a rarity), but I did not feel rushed. I was rested. The moon was full and bright through my window. I could see. I had no fleece, footie-pajama feet in my ribs. All the kids were still where I put them last night (a rarity). My &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/10/23/moonlit-contentment/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>I love looking back through my journal. God can do so much in so few pages. But the time has come to say good-bye to the old. Good-bye old&#8230;. Picking out a new journal is quite an ordeal for me. It has to feel right. I like it to fall open a certain way. The &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/10/18/reflecting-with-the-little-red-journal/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>It takes a lot to leave me speechless. A lot. But does life ever throw you such a curve ball that you are at a loss for words? Curveball: n. An unexpected turn of events initiated by an opponent or chance. Well, life has thrown me such a curve ball. And it has taken much &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/08/30/when-life-throws-a-curveball/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>My life is many things. Quiet is not one of them. I say with confidence that, to some degree, you can relate. 1 Thessalonians 4:11 reads&#8230;Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands. Upon reading this, I admit, I am a bit discouraged. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/06/29/my-quiet-ambition/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>Spiritually speaking, I would say at times I feel run down. Weak. Empty. Far away. Broken. Dried up. Wandering. A little lost. Sometimes I say that I feel like a deflated balloon &#8211; limp and a bit lame. Can you relate? So what do we do? How do we revive? Find our way back? Piece &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/06/20/its-in-the-eyes/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<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>Peace. Still thinking on peace. Looking back at yesterday&#8217;s verse, &#8220;Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since we as members of one body we were called to peace. Colossians 3:15, I realized that I didn&#8217;t even touch on the later half of the verse. Arguably, the most important part, at that. Get &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/04/08/me-and-my-sassy-mouth/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span>

<p>Did I mention we have three boys? Count them&#8230;three. Lots of testosterone in this house. On ANY given day you are going to hear me say the following&#8230;&#8221;Shhh. Stop jumping on the couch. Leave him alone. Will you all just be loving? Don&#8217;t wake the baby. Must you walk so loud? Let&#8217;s think of each &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/04/06/when-the-bottom-falls-out/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</