Who is standing with you on the battlefield? It may seem an odd question to ask. Especially to those of us living out sheltered suburban lives, far removed from the everyday horrors of war. And yet as daughters of the King this is the reality that we face. A life lived on hostile territory, behind… Continue reading
Author: bentley.vicki
It’s all in the attitude
“I wish September would just get here already!” One week in and it was safe to say the summer holidays were not going all that well. Despite my best intentions we had still spent much of the week in the same exhausting cycle. Fighting, tantrums, discipline, and a worn out, stressed out defeated mom at… Continue reading
Raising a hallelujah- even when you don’t want to…
“I raise a hallelujah, in the presence of my enemies, I raise a hallelujah, louder than the unbelief, I raise a hallelujah, my weapon is a melody, I raise a hallelujah, heaven comes to fight for me. I’m gonna sing, in the middle of the storm, Louder and louder, you’re gonna hear my praises roar,… Continue reading
The Watchman
“Mama stay.” At four years old, the night terrors have returned with a vengeance. Her bedroom, once cosy, familiar and safe, has become an unfamiliar landscape of lurking creatures and hidden shadows. Terrors of the Night. She is afraid to be alone. Tonight I am her watchman. Standing guard over her bed like a… Continue reading
Do you love me?
It has only been a week since we celebrated Resurrection Sunday. When our churches were beyond capacity and the air electric. When we sang rousing songs about the cross and the grave— victory and life over darkness and death. When we raised our hands and declared it was indeed the Greatest Day in History. The… Continue reading
In the shadow of the cross
Saturday — the day in-between. The no mans land between the horror and the hope. The ending and the beginning. Here we are still reeling. The grief is raw. There is shock and disbelief— this was not how it was supposed to be. He actually died. Despite everything He said, the claims He made, He… Continue reading
It is Finished
The moon and stars they wept, The morning sun was dead. The Savior of the world was fallen. His body on the cross, His blood poured out for us. The weight of every curse upon him. “About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” — “My God,… Continue reading
Send Somebody Else
After a challenging weekend with the girls — including a croup-induced ER visit in the middle of the night, I was in recovery mode. Gearing up for a Sunday evening with pajamas, tea and a good book. Yet looking at the title of this month’s book club selection (that I’ve yet to start reading!), I… Continue reading
Nothing to Prove: reflections from a self confessed striver
Inspired in no small part by the wonderful ‘Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society,’ my newly formed book group met for the first time this week. Over copious amounts of carrot cake, we gathered together and discussed our first book: Nothing to Prove by Jennie Allen. I confess, I have had this book on my… Continue reading
Encountering the Creator
“When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?” Psalms 8:3-4. After an exciting, long anticipated family outing at the weekend, it’s been… Continue reading