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.
“Well I woke up this morning with my mind…just stayin’ on Jesus.” Yesterday…that was true. Today…not so much. My morning anxiety certainly didn’t reflect the words to that wonderful hymn! It was more like… “Well, I woke up this morning with my mind…just stayin’ on everything that made me blue!” How is it that we can wake up in the morning and our mind is already thinking about the tough part of the day ahead? Deadlines, work, pounds not lost, the frustration of knowing the treadmill is calling my
I’ve got this love-hate relationship going on… …With cooking. I really don’t understand it. My cupboards are filled with cookbooks. The desire to know how to pull together a nutritious meal is there. My appliances are standing ready to help me out. The recipes are easy to read. Instructions are clear. But I go into severe panic every time I need to actually start cooking. Good grief. It all seems so simple. Why do I make it harder than it is? Perhaps it’s the memories… — Pouring
Last Friday night was one of the best nights ever. Our family cheered, screamed, yelled, high-fived, and laughed as we watched our favorite quarterback, Scottie Benedict, lead the Minnetonka Skippers to a homecoming victory. Scottie, aka My Favorite Youngest Nephew, played his heart out. (He is really, really good!) We couldn’t have been more excited when his passes were complete and the touchdowns were made. And when he got sacked…we stopped breathing. We were so focused on what Scottie was doing. Nothing was more important than Scottie
So I joined a Get Fit Boot Camp at my local YMCA. Good grief. I must have really been feeling motivated to kick some butt when I did that! And now that motivation needs to turn into action. Ooftah. When I work out on my own, or with a trainer, I think I’m doing quite well. How do I know? Everything hurts and I thank God for every breath I’m still able to take. And I’m only horizontal when the trainer tells me to get on the
I watched the mother carry her young daughter down the sidewalk. The little girl’s legs were wrapped around her mother’s waist; pink leggings and white tennis shoes dangling in complete relaxation. Her tiny soft arms curled around her mother’s neck while her chin rested on the strong shoulder of the one who had carried her since conception. It was a picture of strength and relaxation. I want someone to carry me like that. Today it would feel good to not be responsible, to not make decisions. I don’t want
God, I don’t understand random acts of violence. I don’t understand people shooting other people because they disagree. I don’t understand children bullying other children. I don’t understand cancer. These things make me angry. And sad. I know you are Trustworthy. And I know I should and can trust you. Today it is harder to do that. God, please forgive me for my lack of trust. Please forgive me for my unbelief. For those in our country today who lost loved ones in the senseless shooting in Arizona, For those
Sometimes I just make life too hard. And making it too hard steals my joy. Not a good thing. It’s so easy to get caught up in the busy-ness, crazy-ness. and messy-ness that’s part of living in the real world. Can you relate to this? That’s when I need to remember that Jesus came to give us life – a full life, a rich life, a joy-filled life! (John 10:10) So today… Let’s look for joy. A giggle… A smile… A warm word… A thank you… A memory from
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