For a large part of my childhood, I was a quiet girl. I didn’t contribute much in class due to my intense shyness and would squirm in fear if I were called on. I preferred to recede into the walls when necessary and would find it difficult to even string together a sentence at times. I would rather go unnoticed; it seemed safer that way.

Letters, LeadBethany SpringelmeyerJanuary 27, 2021Trust in JesusComment

Seeking Unshakeable Peace in Uncertain Times

Have you ever entered Lent with a laundry list of ways you desire the Lord to work on your heart? Have you hoped that adding this or that prayer routine and giving up this or that time-suck activity would create the space to end up as the perfectly new spiritual version of your Ash Wednesday self?

Trusting Like Peter: Learning to Trust Jesus in the Leap

One day in college, I remember being struck by the Gospel of Jesus calling Peter out onto the water to walk with him. Although this was a familiar passage to me, this was the first time I read a reflection that focused not on Peter losing trust and beginning to sink, but on his leap out of the boat.

Surrender in Songwriting

Growing up, I was afraid to fail. I was completely afraid to admit when I was wrong, to lose a game of backyard baseball, a family game of monopoly, the list goes on. At times my fear of failure would actually stop me from experiencing new opportunities.

Trusting in God’s Sustenance

Holding our 9-month old daughter who weighed less than thirteen pounds, I prayed that God would send us to the right doctors. I prayed for her healing and placed her on the altar with Isaac, hoping for a resurrection. I had to trust that God would bring us through whatever happened, although my heart ached for her to be healed. She was His daughter too, after all.

Marriage, Motherhood and Ministry

Dear Sister,

I have lots of kids. Some of them are called my “big kids” and some of them are called my kids. My kids are my three beautiful children, Joseph Nicholas (5) Hannah Kateri (3) and Benjamin Francis (5 months). My “big kids” are the countless teens that walk through the doors of my parish in a town in New Hampshire. I am a wife, a mom and a youth minister.