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.
36 He took a little child whom he placed among them. Taking the child in his arms, he said to them, 37 “Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me.”
An elementary school where I served had a diverse student population. One year two children entered my classroom immediately after arriving in the United States, with almost no English language.
28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
Our daughter received a small rocking chair for her first birthday. Subsequent children used it, but it’s always been “Mary’s rocker”. Our granddaughter, Annalyn, used it for a couple of years, until she figured out she was a "big girl".
30 Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back.
Am I the only woman who has struggled to find a stylist who can cut my hair and make it look good every time? Over the years, thick, curly hair has not always been fashionable. A good cut makes all the difference!
“Don’t think you have to put on a fund-raising campaign before you start. You don’t need a lot of equipment. You are the equipment, and all you need to keep that going is three meals a day. Travel light..."
My family enjoys traveling. It took some convincing, but now my husband seems to enjoy flying to our various destinations as much as the rest of us. That said, something bizarre typically happens on our trips, by car or plane.
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!
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ 40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
My husband and I were packing to go on a short trip. As we were gathering our clothes to take, I got into a heated argument with the pants hangers.
28 “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.”29 “Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. 30 But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” 31 Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”
My poor parents. As a child, they enrolled me in swimming lessons twice. I absolutely hated it. I couldn’t seem to control my arms and legs, much less get them working together.
The second time I was forced into trying to learn this impossible skill I nearly drowned when the teacher made me go to the deep end. Then she thought I was playing as I sank towards the bottom for the third time.
Besides the whole “I’m going to die!” trauma, what I remember most about those swimming lessons was that the teacher didn’t know my name. How could I have confidence in someone who nearly let me drown, and couldn’t even call me by name.?
Do we test the Lord sometimes just to make sure He’s paying attention? Why do we think He doesn’t know our name or care about our heartfelt cries?
Peter had witnessed the miracles of Jesus. He had traveled, talked, eaten and slept with Jesus for quite a while. How could Peter not believe way down deep in his gut that Jesus was more powerful than any elements?
My humanity makes me wonder if sometimes Jesus doesn’t get a little disgusted with our lack of faith. I wonder how many “swimming lessons” I will have to take before I know that I know that I know, that Jesus is just waiting for us to call His name and reach for His hand.
What am I struggling with instead of reaching for the hand of Jesus?
Give your burdens to the Lord. He will carry them. He will not permit the godly to slip or fall.
My husband and I have cats, or I have cats and Tom changes their box. We are currently on our third black cat, Maisie.
Black cats are beautiful, usually sleek and incredibly soft. However, those lovely physical attributes can be problematic, like when you are wearing a light color or have light colored furnishings in your home.
Maisie’s beautiful black coat, not to mention her sometimes stubborn spirit, also make her almost impossible to find if she’s not in a mood to be found.
Recently Maisie disappeared. Since she is strictly a house cat, and our home isn’t palatial, you would think locating her wouldn’t be that difficult. Wrong! After two days, I was getting concerned and Tom was starting his happy dance.
I think God enjoys teaching us lessons through the ordinary. Our first child is only born once, we are fortunate if we get to see the Mona Lisa, and we probably don’t visit the Grand Canyon every week.
Our lives are typically made up of more ordinary than extraordinary events. After wringing my hands a bit, it finally occurred to me to pray about finding Maisie.
Guess what? She had escaped down into the garage and tucked herself into a corner. I’m not sure how Maisie felt about no food, no box and no petting for a couple of days, but I was thankful the Lord used her to remind me of His care for everything in my life.
Where do I see God’s hand at work?
36 Even now the one who reaps draws a wage and harvests a crop for eternal life, so that the sower and the reaper may be glad together. 37 Thus the saying ‘One sows and another reaps’ is true. 38 I sent you to reap what you have not worked for. Others have done the hard work, and you have reaped the benefits of their labor.”
Our four year-old granddaughter blesses our lives with her curiosity and affection. It doesn’t seem to matter what we are doing, she likes to be right in the middle of it. She asks tons of questions, soaking it all up and then asking more questions.
This spring she wanted to join me as I was planting flower bulbs. I hoed up the row and showed her how to drop the bulbs in the ground properly, and cover them up.
I thought this was a pretty efficient and age appropriate strategy for getting the bulbs in the ground along one side of our house, and letting her be involved at the same time.
That was not four year-old thinking. After three or four bulbs, she stood up, stretched, and with all sincerity asked, “Why does this have to be so hard?”
How often do we say the same thing to God? How many times do we long for the beautiful, tantalizing flowers, but frown or fret about the hard work it takes to get them? Do we forget that none of our victories or triumphs is achieved solely from our own efforts?
Entertainment award programs are typically a wonderful example of people giving credit where credit is due. How much more does God long to bless us if we will just stop to acknowledge His hand upon ours? Let us be glad for the benefits of our hard work and His.
Is there someone I need to thank for their hard work?
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