Because maybe in grasping truly what He went through for us, we, as a family, can grasp how our lives fit into a grander plan. How enduring difficulties doesn’t reveal a lack of love from God but rather reflects God’s love. He loves us enough to allow hardship for holiness, and pain for a purpose, and seasons of seeming silence for bountiful blessings beyond.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. Romans 15:13 This morning barking dogs disturbed my semi-peaceful slumber…at 4:15 am. Sometimes I wonder why sleep remains so elusive for me. I found myself asking God,… Continue reading Grateful and (a little) Stressed
I once heard someone say that God takes us “as is”. Recently I was looking to replace my oven and I visited the ReStore to see if I could find a used one. The only one I found said “As-Is” and I immediately thought, “Nope.” I have enough trouble with brand-new appliances, I’m certainly not… Continue reading “As Is”
Last Sunday I excelled at words. They poured forth from my mouth like a fountain. Unfortunately, they were not a fountain of refreshment, but rather a fountain of refuse. I remember some time ago I read a parenting book that described nagging as using a lot of words to convey a point. Good gravy!… Continue reading Too Many Words
On the way to church recently my 7 year old daughter asked, “Momma, what are feelings?” I started to say, “They’re how you feel. I mean they are what you feel…I mean…ahhh!!!” I couldn’t figure out how to define it without using the word “feel.” I thought if I used the word emotion it would… Continue reading What are feelings anyway?
I was shuffling through my bookcase – reorganizing and deciding which books I’d like to keep and which books I’d like to donate – when I found a book that a friend had written and sent to me a few years ago. It’s called “Walks with Rich” by C.W. Hambleton. I opened up to the… Continue reading This Place at This Time
Maybe, in the middle of those sleepless nights, He is whispering in my ear, “Dearest, trust me.”
One of my favorite things is playing the piano. I grab a moment here or there to play a song or two whenever I get a chance. Yesterday I pulled out one of my Christmas songbooks and began playing “Breath of Heaven (Mary’s Song)” by Chris Easton and Amy Grant. I remember when it… Continue reading A Simple Life
The other day I was reading the story of Elijah and the Baal priests. How God rained down fire from heaven and burned up an altar saturated with water. How Elijah prayed and God answered. How Elijah was blessed to see the power of God first hand and to be a part of the display… Continue reading The Rest of the Story…or Running Away