Look Up Sometimes (by Pearl Allard) - 3 Spiritual Reasons to Wear Red Lipstick

3 Spiritual Reasons to Wear Red Lipstick

I remember tales of long ago: a pastor wounded my red-lipstick-wearing-aunt with words indicating he more or less equated red lipstick with the devil. Wearing red lipstick meant you followed the devil. And thus, you must be treated as though you were the devil. Doesn’t make for a let’s-all-praise-Jesus-together atmosphere, you know? I’m grateful this doesn’t seem to be the…

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Look Up Sometimes Blog (Pearl Allard) - Expect Attacks, but Also Expect Victories!

Expect Attacks, but Also Expect Victories!

For anyone who’s ever defaulted to a straitjacket of fear – reading about Jesus telling his followers they will have trouble can be enough to drive us to hide quivering behind locked doors. John 16:33 “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I…

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Permission to Be, Not Pressure to Perform by Pearl Allard - Look Up Sometimes Blog

Permission to Be, Not Pressure to Perform

It wasn’t happening. But not because I wasn’t trying. And I felt pressure because I’d given my word that it would happen. I saw great need. I wanted to do my part. But I may as well have been in a hamster wheel. Ever been there? Besides remembering God’s past faithfulness, sometimes we just need a complete reset. We need…

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Hidden Treasure in the Crazy-Busy & Silencing Our Inner Critic

Hidden Treasure in the Crazy-Busy & Silencing My Inner Critic

I have a confession: I am female, and I don’t multitask well. I admire those who do. I admire my friends that aren’t frazzled by the simultaneous chaos of kids’ activities, laundry piles, meal prep, meaningful discussions with company, and who may also work outside the home. I have high respect for teachers, amid constant noise and motion, who juggle…

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You Are Loved (Father's Day Weekend)

You Are Loved (Father’s Day Weekend)

I rummaged in the linen closet for a washcloth. Eye sleepies, dried drool, residual toothpaste…my five-year-old daughter was adorable, just needed a little unmasking. As I wiped her face, my daughter kept trying to peer into the mirror, delaying progress. She seemed to be admiring herself. After a few times, I said patiently, “Look at me, not the mirror. The…

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Keep Planting Those Seeds

Keep Planting Those Seeds

In spite of my black thumb, we tended a tiny vegetable garden last year. It wasn’t the stuff of Better Homes and Gardens, but consuming homegrown produce was gratifying. And it was a significant improvement over the weeds. I like to weed; I like to see instant change. But my enthusiasm screeches to a halt when it comes to weeds…

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