Epiphany and Competing Calendars: #thestruggleisreal
- January 12, 2016
- by
- Anna Moseley Gissing
An earlier version of this article was published at The Well.
A couple of weeks into Advent, I realized that our best-laid plans for living...
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
- December 29, 2015
- by
- Anna Moseley Gissing
Are you familiar with the old carol “The Twelve Days of Christmas”? If you’re like me, you learned the words as a school child...
Letters from a Pastor’s Wife: My Son’s Hero
- December 15, 2015
- by
- Anna Moseley Gissing
This is the third post in the “Letter’s from a Pastor’s Wife” series. The first is HERE and the next is HERE.
A highlight of...
Advent and Infertility: Waiting on a Baby
- December 01, 2015
- by
- Anna Moseley Gissing
We all have longings and desires. We pray for God to save us, to rescue us, to heal us, to give us the desires...
Letters from a Pastor’s Wife: My Husband is Human
- November 17, 2015
- by
- Anna Moseley Gissing
My husband is a pastor. He’s also a human being. I know that’s obvious, but I want to remind you why it’s relevant.
He has...
Letters from a Pastor’s Wife: Introduction
- November 03, 2015
- by
- Anna Moseley Gissing
Today is the beginning of a new series called “Letters from a Pastor’s Wife.” Who’s the pastor’s wife? Me. I don’t ever introduce myself...
Living in Ordinary Time
- October 20, 2015
- by
- Anna Moseley Gissing
Anne of Green Gables said, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just...
The Gift of Sleep
- October 06, 2015
- by
- Anna Moseley Gissing
Last Tuesday I took a bus, a plane, and then a rental car to reach some meetings with colleagues at a gorgeous lake house....
You’re not “just a” ______________.
- September 22, 2015
- by
- Anna Moseley Gissing
Recently I was the newcomer on a team. For my benefit, each member introduced herself and mentioned her role in the group. One by...
Let the Little Children Come…to Worship
- August 25, 2015
- by
- Anna Moseley Gissing
I have my doubts. Some days more than others. When a well-meaning person leaned over after worship to ask if my children had recently...