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.
Your Needs…His Strength
What do you need today? Rest? Peace? Wisdom? Direction? All of the above? God will meet you where you need Him to be. He will provide EXACTLY what you need to get through today. Here’s the promise: “As thy days, so shall your strength be.” (Deuteronomy 33:25) On August 22, 1858, Rev. C.H. Spurgeon delivered an address around this verse, and included these words: “The same God who guides the stars in their courses, who directs the earth in its orbit, who feeds the burning furnace of
BlessBack
“Guide me to the people who are coastliners I can trust. As I have looked back over my life, I realize just how significant people are to my own journey through life. Some have only stayed for a year or two; Some have been with me since I was born. Help me honor them in a way that reflects their impact and my gratitude for their influence.” A benediction from BlessBack: Thank Those Who Shaped Your Life by Julie Saffrin. Mrs. McCauley was my first grade teacher.
When Comparative-itis Works
Comparing has been good for me lately. Ugly, but good. I’m not usually a voice for comparative-itis, but I’ve discovered and embraced a lesson in its messiness. Here’s what I’ve found… When I compare myself to others, I find… Women who are skinnier; Girlfriends who have more energy; Writers on the best seller lists; Business owners receiving awards. Sometimes these “I wish I was as [fill in the blank] as she is” moments turn into hours. The hours can turn into days. Times of comparing, fretting,
Open the Door
As a little girl, I’d wonder what it would be like if Jesus knocked at our front door. Would we care if the house was messy? What on earth would we say? Could He help me with my math problems? (Wouldn’t that be cool to talk about in school the next day!) A picture of Him knocking on a big wooden door hung in our church basement. His head was tilted towards the door a bit—I wondered what He was thinking. I thought He was probably trying
The Girlfriends. The Cards.
The Girlfriends. The funny cards. The warm messages. I love staying in touch using “old fashioned” greeting cards in the mail. (We still do that, right?) And finding the really funny card or notecard with the perfect message? My day is made. My collection grows. (By the way…although the messages don’t fit into my card boxes…delivering emails, posting Facebook messages, and Tweeting my “thinking of you” notes feels so good when I hit that Send button.) But ooftah. I have not been doing that well. For way
Trust the God Behind the Promise
While driving down the freeway yesterday, distracted by worries, concerns, and “fretfulness,” I head myself whisper, “God, thank you for still being You.” My heart was a little heavy with sadness…caring about hurting and sick people, and tough, real-life situations that I can’t fix. And for a moment, they just seemed so big. Too big. It was hard to find hope in the promises I know God has made to me. My prayers seemed so repetitious. “Haven’t I prayed this before?” (Perhaps you can relate?) And
The Trouble with Sunday
The Trouble with Sunday? The next day is Monday. Here’s what I mean… Growing up, Sundays meant church, Sunday School, dinner in the living room with the good china while discussing how much vibrato we heard from the sopranos in the church choir, drinking Pepsi out of the glass water goblets, watching the Minnesota Vikings with my dad, taking afternoon naps in our slips, (I still don’t understand why we napped in our slips), and driving out to the farm to “look at the fields.” Some of
The Life I Planned
I have a new favorite book. Things Pondered: A Collection of Poetry and Vignettes by Beth Moore (2004). When I get a new favorite book, I create time and space to savor it. No starting to read it in the car on the way home from Barnes & Noble. No skimming. I want to create a moment in my favorite reading chair that lets me lose myself in the pages. No distractions. Only my book, my lap pillow, my notebook and pen, my highlighter, and my Diet
Gracious Girlfriends
My book club meets this week. I haven’t read the book. My Girlfriends love me anyway. That makes my heart smile. I work hard at doing the right thing, following the rules, and showing up prepared. In the past, I’d get pretty bent out of shape if I wasn’t going to be ready…I’d stay up way too late skimming the book. But I’ve been learning a lot from my Girlfriends. They like me – love me – whether or not I’ve read the book. They have taught
Let Anger Straggle…
Expectations that aren’t met. Conversations that are misunderstood. Hurtful words spoken in haste. I’ve been there. Have you? When that happens… Disappointment swells up from my toes. Anger bubbles. My mind feels like it will explode. Every fiber in my being believes I have “the right” to verbally express my disapproval / frustration / disappointment. But in the deepest place of my heart, I know that my words would hurt. They would not help the situation. They would not be Christ-like. So I remind myself of the
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