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.
Starting a Different Life
Starting a different life. It doesn’t require a complete life overhaul. My sisters and I take turns staying with mom to help her out. If we aren’t in the room with her when she needs something, she sings out, Whoo hoo! Not a big deal when it’s daylight. But when I hear Whoo hoo! at 4:00 a.m. in the morning, I fling myself out of the trundle bed and already have an emergency plan in place by the time I tumble into her bedroom. A few mornings
Just Give Me…
Her cheeks were flushed and her neck was covered with the red blotches that I know 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 with my hot chocolate order. Oh, Jesus, please help her remember that this is just one day. Bring grace-filled people into her line this afternoon. The lady in the purple parka with the
Be Not Afraid
If an angel suddenly appeared out of the starry sky and started talking to me, I’d probably freak out. Just a bit. That’s just not something you see coming, right? I wonder what the shepherds thought that holy night thousands of years ago, as they leaned on their walking sticks, checking their sling shots, while standing in sheep doo-doo. We have to believe that when “the glory of the Lord shone around them,” things got pretty bright! I can imagine them squinting, covering their eyes, while trying
Live Free from Offenses
The words below have been sitting in my heart and in my soul and in my mind for a couple weeks. They are truth! My friend, Wendy K. Walters, penned them…I’m so glad she did. With her permission, I am sharing them with you today. * You have the power to not be offended. Wow! Seriously, this is no small thing. You get to choose whether or not you pick up or carry an offense. You don’t have to. Even when someone says or does something hurtful,
Worry and Faith
I scratch my head and wrinkle my nose and wonder… How many times do I need to be reminded of this? Worry is not the same as caring. It’s a proven fact. I have the stories and heart scars to show for it… My preference is to fix. And until it is fixed, I worry. Why? Because I am afraid that if I stop worrying, what I’m really saying is… I’ve stopped caring. How very silly is that. When I dig deeper into this muddled way of
Scrambling Time in Church
It’s one of my favorite moments in Sunday morning church. Scrambling time. The children run, skip, gallop, and elbow their way to the front to sit on the steps during the Children’s Message. And then they spend half the message getting situated and comfortable, missing out on everything except how the boy next to them is just sitting too close and that bugs them. I don’t think all of them always understand the story or illustration. Some are a bit self-conscious about looking out at so many
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