My four-year-old son sat at the kitchen table eating his dinner of fish sticks and green beans, wearing a pair of underwear on his head, one of his sister’s purple sequined cardigan sweaters, and sporting no pants and no shirt. Grace said, “Why are you wearing my purple sweater?” I said, “Where are your pants?”Continue reading “AUTHENTICALLY His”
Author Archives: Nicki Dechert Carlson
REPEATEDLY His
Don’t cry over spilled coffee. Unless you’re sick. And running late. And barely pull yourself together so you can pick your child up from school and take your sick self to your child’s well-child appointment (irony) where you don a mask to protect others … only to find out the appointment was canceled and rescheduledContinue reading “REPEATEDLY His”
NEARLY His
I wrote a humorous post on my personal Facebook page a month or so ago about how everything in my life is “book fodder” these days. I had no idea how quickly I would look back at that statement and say, “Well that was strangely prophetic!” Since writing those words, God has taken me toContinue reading “NEARLY His”
BEHOLDENLY His
Unexpected tears dropped down onto the freshly-written gift tag with the Santa Claus face on it, smearing the words: To j4, From Mom and Dad. “j4” is the abbreviation I use for my youngest child, my son, John Wallace Carlson, IVth. We still call him “Johnathan,” but years ago, exactly like his Daddy did beforeContinue reading “BEHOLDENLY His”
CONSTANTLY His
I am stepping back from a ministry I have, in some form or fashion, been involved in for most of my life … the ministry of worship through music. God is opening up new ministries to me, and after a great deal of prayer, I sense the need to place my time and focus onContinue reading “CONSTANTLY His”
VERBOSELY His
“Sometimes we get to change a broken world with our words.” Tom Hanks (as Mister Rogers) in “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood” As a writer, I can’t think of a more inspiring quote than this one. Believing my words somehow matter and that they might affect positive change keeps me – and hundredsContinue reading “VERBOSELY His”
BELIEVINGLY His
My four-year-old ran towards the water of the mall fountain, unable to contain his awe and excitement. “I want to THROW something!” he exclaimed, bouncing up and down in front of the small spectacle. His big sister started rummaging around in her tiny, shiny little-girl purse and pulled out a single penny for him. “MakeContinue reading “BELIEVINGLY His”
Wholly His
CRASH! Sticky coffee spilled onto the stone counter top and tile floor, dripping in streams down the wooden side of the counter. Coffee mug shards littered the hard floor after sliding themselves into haphazard places and corners entire rooms away. I stood perfectly still in my bare feet taking in the mess, not sure whereContinue reading “Wholly His”
Prayerfully HIS
Today, I have a migraine. Actually, let me back that up a bit. Today is actually Day 3 of this particular migraine. It’s a doozy. But praise the Lord, I am able to type right now only because it is lifting. If you suffer from migraines, you know what I mean by “lifting.” It’s likeContinue reading “Prayerfully HIS”
Still HIS …
It’s chilly and wet and dark this morning. We don’t get a whole lot of days like this where I live. After all, it’s almost November and we’ve had three total days of below-70-degree highs so far this fall, while most days topped out in the 80s or 90s. Most of us welcome a coldContinue reading “Still HIS …”
Expressively HIS ... 