Would you be surprised to hear that my favorite moments from our lovely, cool mountain retreat were spent watching Cat trucks move…
Helping Women Move From Fear into Faith
When God answers a desperate prayer, it’s like heaven on earth. It doesn’t get much better. But what about when we don’t…
My husband Tom and I lost three of our parents in three years. While we grieved our losses, our friends showed kindness…
I watched rain douse the window and listened to the rumble of thunder as I looked outside. I remembered that I once…
I would speed through it all and finally sit down to enjoy our decorated fresh fir… after the holidays. I was overwhelmed with sadness when I realized I’d missed some priceless moments that were gone forever.
I don’t want to carry gratitude around in seasons.
I want to carry it in my bones,
I want to rest it in on my tongue
like it is a language
that I never stop speaking.
WE are Christ’s Body—His hands and feet. We are the ones with doors and tables and food that encourage other folks around us.
We got married to be together. For better or worse. Let’s put on love. One touch here. A kiss there. A kind word. Love is made up of lots of little decisions. Let’s wear LOVE like a coat. Let’s wrap our SELVES completely in it.
“At the basis of Jesus Christ’s kingdom is the unaffected loveliness of the commonplace.”
It felt good just to hear myself say the words and to hear her listening. She went on to tell me about a difficult situation she and her husband have been navigating with a third party. Immediately the magic happened again. We were entering into each others’ lives and caring and responding. It helped me to get my mind off of myself; pray again for her and also feel relieved of my sad feelings.
There were so many times I felt like I couldn’t change another diaper, or survive another tantrum or comfort my daughter through the night when morning would come so quickly. That I’d never be able to enjoy a so-called normal life. But I also recognized the Holy Spirit coaxing me to keep going (without seeing).
This week I read about a 100 year old woman who’s shared 82 years of marriage with her husband who’s 103. When asked their secret she offered, “Just be nice to each other.”