When I was eighteen, I read a book* that became a defining influence upon my life. It was a biography written by Elisabeth Elliot about the life of Amy Carmichael who was missionary to India in the early 1900s. As a young woman in Ireland, Amy felt God calling her to give up the pursuits and pleasures of the world and become fully consecrated to Him.
The path was well worn. And while not an intense hike, I did have to watch my step. As the back of my neck felt red with the beginning of a sunburn, I paused to grab a sip of water. That’s when I gasped.The view was incredible. How had I missed it?A friend and I had climbed a popular mountain but being slightly out of shape, my focus was on footfalls and not dying from a lack of oxygen.
Joy to the world the Lord is come, Let earth receive Her King; Let every heart prepare him room.The Christmas that my family came home from five years on the mission field was one of the most vivid of my childhood.
When the world outside our window is covered with newly fallen snow, there is a special beauty in those first moments of peering out and taking in the sight. For just a little while, our world feels more like a snow globe scene than our own reality, and we can freshly grasp why it’s often been said that the snow was intended to slow us down.
by Mandy SaelerHeather Coferthe setapartgirl TeamJess WhiteJasmin Howell
An Intro From LeslieIt was Christmas Eve, and I was eight years old. Our house was completely dark except for the sparkle of candles that my mother had placed around the house, and the radiant glow of Christmas lights from our colorfully decorated tree. The air seemed to sparkle with heavenly light as our family gathered in the living room to read the Christmas story from the Bibl
Oh, taste & see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who trusts in Him! Psalm 34:8It was a warm spring evening when I saw her standing on the corner of a busy intersection. The corners of her mouth were weighted with weariness and her gaze seemed magnetically pulled towards the ground.
Milk, eggs, chicken … I sat at our dining room table one morning in December, working on a shopping list. As I put the first few items down my heart was restless, but I tried to push away the uneasy feeling that arose inside of me.
The water was crystal clear and perfectly cool against the blazing Caribbean sun. I had gone down to Barbados with a group to help build a church, and midweek found an afternoon to cool off in the water.A few of us hopped on a boat and went out to a coral reef. We splashed into the water, fixed our snorkel gear, and put our faces in the ocean. The colors were vibrant.