Author Archives: Gina

Gina Conroy used to think she knew where her life was headed, now she's leaning on the Lord to show her the way. When Gina's not parenting, homeschooling, or blogging, she's pursuing publication in fiction, and trying to keep things in perspective, knowing His timing is perfect, even if she doesn't agree with it! ;) You can read all about her triumphs and trials at Portrait of a Writer...Interrupted, find encouragement for writers at Writer...Interrupted, or follow her daily musings on twitter.

Hearts of Stone

“For it is time to seek the Lord, Till He comes and rains righteousness on you.” Hosea 10:12 NKJ

I don’t really see my heart as hardened, not anymore. Through the years God has plowed and cultivated out most of the rocks and mire, the hurts and unmet expectations. The things that used to cause deep pain, don’t much anymore.

But sometimes everything that I thought was tilled away, stirs and rises to the surface, and I come face to face with the monster from the deep. Anger, criticism, insensitivity, call it what you will. But it’s there, lying dormant, waiting for someone to agitate the soil of my heart.

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Then I Realized it was Jesus

“After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever.” 1Th 4:17 (NIV)

The other morning I instructed my children (6 yr. and 8 yr.) to finish their copy work while I exercised on the elliptical. They asked if they could color when they were through. Sure, anything to help keep them busy while I got in my work out. Little did I know while I sweated away, they toiled on a “book.”

Grace (6) came to me first and showed me her story that grandma helped her write out.

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Why Does God Care?

“What is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?
You made him a little lower than the angels; you crowned him with glory and honor
and put everything under his feet.” Hebrews 2:7-8

In my finite mind, I cannot imagine what makes God love the human race so much. We’re a bunch of bumbling, fallen, baboons, yet he loves us anyway. We sin over and over and over again, yet he forgives us each time. We’re a stubborn and prideful race, yet he is patient and waits for us.

What made Him offer a fallen people forgiveness and redemption through the sacrifice of His own son, someone a little lower than the angels?

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Fighting the Good Fight

I’ve been fighting a war for years…and losing. Though there has been no bloodshed and death, the war is real and damaging, mostly to myself but also to those I care about most. Some days the battles are fierce and endless, and I bow my head in defeat. Other days I withstand the enemy and claim victory, knowing that tomorrow will be another day and another battle.

I’ve won the first battle of the flesh the today. I woke up at 6:30 am and though I battled whether or not to roll over and stay in bed, my flesh lost and here I am.

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My Flabby Flesh

No, I’m not taking about the extra baby fat I can’t seem to get rid of. I’m talking about the lazy, selfish part of me that gets tired of doing the right thing. Well, I’m glad I didn’t listen to my flesh yesterday because my obedience really blessed someone in need.

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up Galatians 6:9 NIV

I have a friend with Cerebral Palsy whom I have helped care for in college and, on occasion, over the last six years.

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Renewing My Mind

by Gina Conroy

Romans 12:2
Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is–his good, pleasing and perfect will. NIV

I used to sit in church and pray that God would just “zap” me and make me the person I really wanted to be. But after thirty plus years I’m learning that God doesn’t work that way – for most of us.

For years I’ve struggled with certain things, personality flaws so to speak. I’ve blamed it on my Italian New York upbringing, my parents divorce, the critical people in my life, etc.

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