Scaring someone who's mowing the yard with a push mower is generally not a good idea. Especially not when you're wearing socks. Especially not when said yard is grassy, wet, and muddy.
But some impulses are irresistible. (Or at least they seem that way.) And the ensuring yelp and leap in the air are completely worth it. ...continue reading
Every day I am blessed. Today I took a little more notice of those blessings. . .
“God is just as good when you are wearing a rain coat.” A quote from my wet, hard-working, optimistic husband. Perhaps that quote is what made me start looking for the blessings.
I realized again this morning that I do my devotions just like my mom does, and without even thinking about it when I first started. . . reading My Utmost for His Highest and the Bible at the kitchen table in the morning. Thanks, Mom. . .
We’re trying not to drink so much coffee, but Eric had a cup at Pilot. So I had a cup at home. And I was happy. ...continue reading
No one lives a perfect life. Each smile has a past, some darker than others.
I remember days of darkness. I remember telling my sister it felt like it followed me. I remember one Sunday night after church when I told my dad I was leaving and proceeded to do just that. I remember the despair and the hopelessness. I remember the tears.
I do not dwell on those days now. They are forgiven. They are replaced with days of light, days where I follow the Light instead of the darkness following me. But I have to think of them sometimes.
And when I think of them, I have to say thank You. Dark pasts do not become bright presents without the help of the Father. Sin is not forgiven without the cleansing blood of the Son. And victory does not remain without the presence of the Spirit.
So this is my thank You, to the One Who brought me from darkness to light. To the One Who continues to hold me.
"Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: Thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; to the end that my glory may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever." (Psalm 30:11-12)
He is so good.
Two years and seven months ago, I came home from a summer stint in Madras to the news that a new family was moving from Ohio and that they were going to attend our church. It was so odd to me that I asked Andy a couple times if it was actually going to happen. In all my years at Hopewell that I could remember, nobody had ever moved from back east and started attending our church. It'd mean new people in the youth group, new faces at church, perhaps new friends.
I wasn't overly excited.
I should have been.
But how was I supposed to know that in that family of seven that traveled across the US in a U-haul and a van was a boy who would turn to a man before my eyes and that that man was the one whom I would marry?
I had no idea. . . ...continue reading
Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come. . . I come.
Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come. . . I come.
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come. . . I come. ...continue reading
