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.
What on earth am I doing sitting under this palm tree? Has everyone gone off the deep end, or just the people talking to me?
After Ehud died, the people again did what the Lord said was wrong.
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!
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?
What's the biggest prayer you've ever prayed, Dear Reader? Where did the faith come from to empower your prayer?
Did the faith come from previously answered prayers? Or maybe it was a prayer born of desperation.
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?
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".
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