Are you wondering if God has forgotten about you? He hasn't. Not ever.
If God were to send you a message, I think He’d write something like the words in this note.
Checking My Heart
It was one of those mornings. My intentions were good, the desire was there, I was ready. Ready to study, consider, pray, prepare. Ready to talk to God about my joys and my messiness, share my gratitude and listen for direction. And yet, the distractions came like the thunder shouts outside. I heard mom in the other room and I got up to check on her. Then I got cold and wanted a blanket on my lap. Then I got too hot and had to crack open
His Ways Work
When I get behind in keeping things organized, my work space looks like wind gusts of 55 mph just ripped through the room. The piles of papers and scratch notes and lists, lists, lists remind me that life has moved from “I’ve got this!” To “Good grief, have mercy.” The same scenario plays out in my head when there’s just too much busy-ness going on. Priorities are up for grabs, broken hearts and broken bodies need attention and prayers, and I want to make everyone I love
Life is Good
Today…whatever comes my way… In the joy…God leaps and high-fives and brings the balloons. In the tears…He brings the Kleenex. In the sadness…He sits on the floor next to me and holds my hand. Life is not good because of the circumstances. Life is good because He is with me. We were never promised a life that didn’t have the tough times. God never told us to expect lollipops, sunshine, and rainbows every single moment. He told us to expect Himself. To expect Him to show up
Living and Working Together
A little buzz of irritation showed up in the neighborhood last summer. The issue was lawncare. Good grief. Last spring a new family moved into the neighborhood, a couple blocks down the street from us. The yard was quickly filled with tricycles, kick balls, trucks, forgotten jackets, juice bottles, and a kiddie pool – a fun place for toddlers and little kids wanting to play outside. When I’d walk around the neighborhood in the evenings, I’d sometimes see a very tired mama mowing the lawn, navigating the play
Learning Who to Trust
Why do I think I have to do everything? By myself? With only a glance at what it might cost me? “I can do this…I can do this…I can do this…” And then I crumble. Because I can’t. I’ve been trying to look at how I work and live from an outsider’s perspective. How I strive to do everything I think is expected of me…on my own…without asking for guidance or help. Because…hmmmm… Because why? Why do I place so much importance on being self-sufficient? Strong. Capable. Why is
Miss Beadle – Behind Closed Doors
It’s my 2016 favorite book in the pure entertainment and fun category. And it’s a memoir. (That’s my always favorite category.) Little House in the Hollywood Hills: A Bad Girl’s Guide to Becoming Miss Beadle, Mary X, and Me by Charlotte Stewart. I remember Charlotte Stewart as Miss Beadle on Little House on the Prairie, and vaguely remember her as Betty Briggs from the Twin Peaks TV show. As Betty, she was the eternal optimist who wore a smiley face button to Laura Palmer’s funeral. Miss Beadle was
Please Give Her…
Her cheeks were flushed, and her neck was covered with the red blotches that I knew all too well. Her name tag read “Renee – Trainee,” and I think the reindeer antlers she wore on her head made her feel even more self-conscious as she tried to figure out how to enter “no whip” on my hot chocolate order.
You Are Not Alone
I was tapping on the keyboard, considering the words and moments I had planned on sharing with you. But then the words stopped. And pictures began floating around in my brain, creating different words. My writing plans changed. From my heart…
Just What I Need…Today
It happens most often when I am tired. Or hungry. Or hurt. Or when I’m feeling just a bit self-absorbed. I want someone to fix my world because I’m tired of dealing with the icky stuff. Have you been there? We could probably wear matching t-shirts, right? Perhaps I’m overwhelmed with work. Worried about life issues, people’s hearts, and disappointments. I’m tired of it all, and I want someone with a Superman or Superwoman cape to swoop down and make it all better. The problem is, whoever
Let’s Dance!
The video and memory still make me smile. One of my Facebook friends posted a YouTube video of a little guy—maybe five years old—dressed in pocketed blue jeans, pointed cowboy boots, a blue-and-white checkered shirt, and a white cowboy hat. He was line dancing with a group of adults. Oh, my word. The joy on his little face! He was kicking and stepping and grape vining and toe tapping. Clapping with glee with a smile as big as a Texas ranch on his face. Was he keeping up? Not
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