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.
Into the Messiness…Peace
There was nothing real fancy about the place of Jesus’ birth. Stables have rarely been voted “Cleanest place in the world to have a baby.” There was the smell of wet, dirty straw. Snorting cattle and braying donkeys. No pillow with the little chocolate mint on top. And you have to believe that Mary and Joseph would have loved a good, hot shower after a dusty, dirty road trip. It all seems rather messy, doesn’t it? It was into this messiness that Jesus came. Overnights in stables
The Empty Chair…God Knows It
It could be the hardly-seen neighbor across the street. Or the silver-haired lady in the pew in front of you. Or the friend who seems a bit more withdrawn. Or maybe… It’s You. Someone who is missing…someone. The holidays bring laughter, joy, and spirit-filled carols. And… They bring reminders that there is an empty chair. Someone is missing that should be with you. Maybe it’s your Dad… whose laughter always filled the room and he’s now singing with the angels. Or the grandchild who is trying to
The Extraordinary Ordinary
We’re standing in Mom’s kitchen. She’s leaning on the counter making her oatmeal. When her legs start to weaken and her knees start to bend, I remind her, Stand up, Mom. And she starts singing as if on cue… ♫ Stand up, stand up for Jesus. Ye soldiers of the cross. She doesn’t know the words that come after that, so she just hums. And she hums her way through the rest of her morning routine. It’s so…ordinary. We wish for so many things… The weight
The Uncomfortable Girdle…and Bible Verse
I hadn’t been that uncomfortable since… Well… Since the girdle days. You know. The pre-Spanx suck-it-in and pull-it-tight girdle. Made from rubber ripped off the tires of the Ford LTD. Like a tourniquet around your waist and thighs. Thick, tight, hard to breathe…and extremely uncomfortable. Once you got it on you needed another shower and a nap. …Panting and sweating and worn out. Remember? Nothing comfortable about that body wear. I felt that same discomfort a few mornings ago as I read David’s note in Psalm 19:14… May
Shards of Glass and Socks
Like shards of broken glass… Words puncture. Angry glares cut. Conversations slash. We clean up the bloody mess, stitch the tender wound, and hope the scar won’t show. Broken bodies… Broken minds… Broken hearts… Broken families… Broken dreams… Sons and daughters and moms and dads are forced into the chaos of triage and I wonder what else to pray. What else to do. I move through the day begging God to reach my friends right where they are at. Make the pain go away. Stop the
A Trip From My Happy Place
It’s been a road trip that just kind of happened. You know, one of those trips where you start driving, not knowing where you’re going, but the road is easy so you just keep moving. You travel on auto pilot. I’ve started a trip to My Whining Place. And the scenery’s not pretty. Not a place that I send postcards from. Good grief. I’ve got to turn this travelin’ jalopy around. The trip started so innocently… Unexpected detours, closed rest stops, and really big potholes… A few
Rain and The Word
This Fall weather in Minnesota brings dampness. Drizzle. Chills. Life’s like that sometimes, isn’t it? Moments are ushered in that leave us needing…comfort. Decisions bring consequences. Misunderstandings wound. Change unsettles us. The soft snuggly piece of worn cotton that we had when we still used a pacifier would feel perfect. Something warm to wrap ourselves in. Something that would stop the shivers. And then there are times when the pastel-colored blanket just isn’t enough. The drizzles have turned into icicles that hang low. Frozen. Frigid. Nothing makes
Everyone Has Something
Hello, God. It’s Gaye. I’m here with some of My Friends… Our little community that gathers once a week to encourage each other. When you look inside our homes and our hearts, You see that we’re a group of good people, Trying to do life well even when life gets hard. Each of us has struggles…because… Everyone has something. Hurtful words and resentment occupy space in some of our kitchens. Children make choices that break our hearts. Too many sleepless nights make us bleary and teary. And
Count the Stars
Hi there. This is a message for you… Yeah, you. God is A Really Big God. The days seem really long sometimes, don’t they? And the nights? Endless. Ever feel like you just want the world to stop… just for a few hours so you can catch your breath? Or maybe just run away? And yet, the bills multiply… the sickness has turned a temporary visit into long-term residency… and people still want more of you. Your time. Your attention. Your energy. Your life. Children demand. Parents
She is in Charge
I guess she was The One in Charge. Of All Things Important. She relished her role. And I found it…annoying. Mom and I were heading into the eye doctor’s office. We had one focus…one mission…one intention… Get Mom to the bathroom for bladder relief. I knew where the bathroom was and we were moving fast… Until… We scurried past the little sign that said, “Please wait here until someone can assist you.” The One in Charge behind the desk sternly reprimanded us… Stop. You must wait until
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