Is your little “i” robbing you of your purpose?
I want to bring y’all something that’s been on my heart for a few weeks now from the 19th Psalm. “Let the words of my mouth and the mediation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my Redeemer.” I’d be hard pressed to guess at how many times I’ve made those words a prayer. I committed the 19th Psalm to memory
When Suck it Up Buttercup Isn’t the Answer
I consumed large amounts of water in the days leading up to our recent skip trip to Crested Butte, Colorado, but alas, I still found myself with an extreme case of altitude sickness. Please don’t hear that as I got a tad queasy. This wasn’t that. This was an evil experience. As I said to my beloved once I could speak again, “Are you saying
Choosing Christmas, Day Twenty-Two
Day Twenty-Two December 24 Did you know commentaries are split on whether Mary stayed until Elizabeth actually gave birth, or if she left right before Baby John made his way into the world? It’s another one of those details the Father doesn’t believe we need to know. While Elizabeth would’ve come to full-term in her pregnancy while Mary was there as her houseguest, we can’t say definitely
That moment in each of our lives
A boy ran by a man standing on the curb. Five minutes later the boy rushed by again, and again, and again. Finally, the man stopped him and asked, “Why are you running in circles, son?” Very indignant, the boy shouted, “I’m not! I’m running away from home!” “Oh,” said the man, “But you’ve gone around the same block at least five times.” “I know!” shouted the
The Grandest Words
My oldest grandchild is very observant. I’ve learned to recognize his pensive look that means a question is coming that will be a lot deeper than, “Can I have a snack?” Such was the case as Grant and his little brother sat at my breakfast table on the last morning of their family’s Thanksgiving visit. Grant’s dark brown eyes were fixed on a piece of wall
When What You Know Isn’t
Dixie Belle and I had a prayer partner join us on the back porch last week. This will sound heartless, but I fluctuated between thinking of Jesus' message, "He that is not against us, is for us," and planning the intruding worshiper's demise. Yeah, it's that whole bug issue of mine. I'm sorry. I should mention our guest was a Praying Mantis, one of those green stick-like
Open Wide! Here Comes the Airplane!
Remember that? It's from a meal time game most of us have played with a wee one at one point or another. The spoon is the circling airplane and the child's mouth is the hanger. The object? To get the youngster in question to allow another bite of whatever food you're offering into his or her mouth. Should you ever find yourself feeding my youngest grandchild,
