Jun 30, 2021 • Written by Heidi Scott
I love the “&” symbol. It’s known as the Ampersand. Little known fact: long ago it was considered the 27th letter in our alphabet, shorthand for “et”, which is Latin for “and”. That little symbol has become my personal flag.
My family is in a season of change— changes this past year with selling our house, most of our stuff, moving twice, and more.
And changes will come in the weeks and months ahead, some known but many unknown: a new city, new neighbors, new school, new culture, and language. With all of this change comes many thoughts and emotions including excitement, grief, anticipation, and fear. It is truly a season of “&”. It’s all of the above.
Apr 07, 2021 • Written by Heidi Scott
A few years ago, I felt a nudge. My husband and I were coming out of a hard season with a renewed commitment to follow God wholeheartedly. We felt God moving us in a new direction, but we didn’t know where He was leading. So, we prayed for God to show us His will for us. What I really wanted was GPS, turn-by-turn directions. Yes God, I want to follow You, but please show me exactly where and how we are supposed to get there.
Jan 26, 2021 • Written by Heidi Scott
I met my husband at a pool party. Horror of horrors— he was sitting on my towel! I saw him just sitting there comfortably on that towel and so, of course, I decided to wait it out in the pool. He would have to move eventually, right? I was too self-conscious to step out of the pool in my swimsuit and ask him to please move.
Eventually the cold got the best of me and at dusk I forced myself to take brave steps toward my towel and the guy sitting on it. I couldn’t even look him in the eye when I blurted out “you’re on my towel!” You see, I was embarrassed to be seen that way—shivering, mascara-smudged, limp-haired, and curves in all the wrong places: awkward, uncovered and ashamed.
We all have those feelings of being unacceptable, unworthy and unpolished.
Aug 18, 2020 • Written by Heidi Scott
Sisters, when we take our focus off our own worries, we have the head-space and heart-space to think of others. While we have genuine and real concerns, many around the globe are struggling for their daily bread and for their very lives. In places hardest hit by the pandemic, our Alliance family is working to meet the physical, emotional, and spiritual needs of people. One place that is close to my heart is the little country of Kosova. The Kosovar people have limited health care, a struggling economy, and the emotional stress of a prolonged and almost complete shutdown. More than ever, they need to know God loves them and to understand the eternal hope we have in Jesus Christ.
May 12, 2020 • Written by Heidi Scott
Divisions in our culture seem like they are at an all-time high. The media coverage of the COVID-19 pandemic has brought out conflicting beliefs, ideas, and data. Even the experts in science and medicine can’t seem to agree. One look at social media reveals how dicey communication is right now. Friends are unfriending. Family members aren’t speaking. Comment spaces are getting nasty. Sprinkled all over with shaming and blaming.
Dec 09, 2019 • Written by Heidi Scott
Who doesn’t love an old-fashioned Christmas- a crackling fire in the fireplace, twinkling lights on the tree, something yummy in the oven, and favorite Christmas songs on repeat? I know I do! My music students have been working on Christmas songs for weeks now, and everyone loves the holiday cheer it brings into their homes.
One of my favorite carols is Hark! The Herald Angels Sing! I always get a kick out of asking my students— what does “hark” mean? It’s not a word we use anymore. According to the dictionary, “hark” means to listen, pay close attention, or listen intently. In the song, it means Hey! Everyone listen up! The angels are singing!
Sep 22, 2019 • Written by Heidi Scott
Maybe you’re facing a backward roll into dusky waters right now. It could be the disorientation of a cross-country move, losing a parent to a long illness, struggling with addiction or that sinking feeling that life just hasn’t turned out the way you’d planned.
For me, it was being side-swiped by infertility with the unshakable feelings of confusion, anger, and pain. There is physical pain of tests, treatments and fist-fighting with your own body. The rollercoaster each month of surging hormones and the exhaustion of devastating disappointment. There is the emotional pain of feeling that hole in your heart where you know a child belongs. Facing friends and family who appear to have the family of your dreams. Realizing no amount of hustle or positive thinking can fix it or make it happen. There is the spiritual pain of having big questions for a God who seems silent. Crying out to God in the disappointment of broken dreams. Feeling like I’ve followed the rules and this is what I get for it?