What a life, what an adventure I've been blessed to be a part of! Only Yahweh could have come up with such a script. And only now do I see His hand was always upon me.
Holy God, thank you for the blessing of faithful parents. This is such a mixed up mess, I don't know how I could possibly function without their foundation of trust in you.
So much for being first-born! Did Father have so little faith in me, think me so unattractive that he thought the only way I would get a husband would be to trick one into marrying me?
What's a girl to do? Is it my fault I was born beautiful? To hear my parents talk, you'd think it was a sin.
Enough was enough! I didn't choose gorgeous hair or skin like porcelain.
So, when the first good-looking guy came along with an invitation, I was outta there!
I’ve enjoyed the moon for as long as I remember. Maybe it started that Sunday night in July when the world gathered around their TV sets to watch the first man walk on the moon. I love riding at night when there is a full moon for me to immerse myself in!
I know I've been blessed. It couldn't have been easy for Cousin Mordecai to muscle through his own grief when Mom and Dad died so he could raise me.
It's so much easier to be thankful for Cousin Mordecai's generous spirit, than focus on how much I miss my parents. Things could have gone in a whole different direction.
Once upon a time, I thought I had the job I'd always wanted. I thought I was happy. I thought I was doing what the Lord intended for me.
I was wrong.
14 You are the world’s light—a city on a hill, glowing in the night for all to see. 15-16 Don’t hide your light! Let it shine for all; let your good deeds glow for all to see, so that they will praise your heavenly Father.
Last month, Tom and I celebrated out 44th wedding anniversary. How did that happen? (Yes, we were infants when our families carried us to the altar.)
A few weeks before our anniversary, I was reaching the panic stage while preparing for a school event that was important to me. One of my colleagues kept asking if I was alright.
I finally turned around and looked at him incredulously. Didn't he know? (In my sane brain later, I knew he couldn't possibly.)
"When Tom is here, I can do anything! I'll be fine when he comes."
We'll skip the conversation about the difference between empowering and enabling for now, Dear Reader. Maybe this clip from one of my favorite movies will help.
As we were cleaning up a couple of hours later, my colleague told me as soon as Tom walked in the door my face lit up, and I became noticeably peaceful.
Dear Reader, God wants our lights to shine, not just for the ones we love, but even more so for the One we love.
And here's a thought to spark a little joy in our spirits. Don't you think Jesus lights up when we turn to Him with open arms?
I fervently hope and pray, Dear Reader, that your light will shine on those around you, and that you bask in "the lovelight of Jesus's face".
Are you a baker, Dear Reader? Not a dessert maker, but one who bakes bread?
Is there anything better than the aroma of bread rising or baking? And don't you love warm, fresh bread with a bit of butter?
Our son, James, is an amazing baker! I love walking in the door when he's been baking rolls or bread. There's something kind of comforting about it.
And Jesus told a fourth parable.
Jesus took a topic his listeners understood, one that affected their everyday life, to share an important lesson. Long before Mazlow developed his hierarchy of needs, Jesus knew to use the basic need of all people (sustenance) to teach a lesson.
If you're a baker, then you may have experienced what happens if the yeast gets too old, or is mixed with liquid that's too hot. Or maybe you're like me, and you simply got too impatient waiting for it to work.
But flour and water alone make paste, not mouth-watering hot rolls. The leavening makes all the difference.
In the same way, God has given us specific instructions (Exodus 20: 1-17) to have the best lives possible. As we patiently work them into every part of our lives, we begin to see the character of God begin to rise within us.
Dear Reader, how have you seen God's character rise within you lately? Is there an area that perhaps has taken more patience, and grace, in order to see evidence of God's hand working in your life?
Not to worry, Dear Reader. God's arms are long, his muscles are strong. and He never runs out of patience when it comes to working the best into and out of His children.
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