I’m sorry you haven’t heard from me in a while! I’ve had a hard time accessing my computer and finding time to write because of a dishwasher leak that ruined the floorboards in my kitchen. What was probably only a gallon of water led to the whole kitchen floor being torn up…
She leaned against the rail of the Speedwell, squinting to gain one last glimpse of her children before they disappeared on the horizon. The tears on her youngest’s face compelled her to go back, but it was too late. She reminded herself that she was doing this for them, that she would see them again, maybe in a year, in their new home.
It’s the same Shepherd.
The same Shepherd who leads me beside still waters also leads me through the valley of the shadow of death.
You know the Psalm, right? The one that starts out: “The LORD is my shepherd?” This Shepherd provides and leads well:
As we drove home from our church service on Sunday, I asked my kids what they had learned in Sunday school. They said their lesson was on Jacob and Esau and recounted a few key facts from the story.
Then my three-year-old asked: “Which one of them was rough and tough?”
If you could have any superpower, which one would you choose? Flying? Laser-vision? Invisibility? Or would you choose a more sophisticated ability:
Going back in time to fix your mistakes?
Making everyone around you happy?
Being in two places at once?
I would choose a super-computer for a brain. I would love to be able to predict all the possible outcomes for a given situation, factor in all the variables, and then choose the course of action that will produce the most desirable results.
About a year and a half ago, I deleted my Facebook account. It was a radical move made less radical by the fact that I had been convicted for at least a year that I ought to do so.
Now, I don’t believe Facebook is evil, and I’m not advocating that all Christians delete their accounts. In fact, I may one day rejoin those friend lists. But at the time,
One of the many aspects I love about God’s Word is that it is so practical.
I wrote a couple of weeks ago about needing to get a log out of my eye. The primary solution is simply relationship with God. It’s letting His living water flow through me and cleanse me on a daily basis.
Lest I sound too “spiritual,” let me clarify: it’s constantly talking to God about the nitty-gritty, real problems I face and asking for His help.
Have you ever had a log in your eye?
My log didn’t bother me much when I was younger, but once I got married, it started manifesting itself at inconvenient times. I would turn around too fast and conk my husband in the head. Or he would jab me with the twig coming out of his eye, so I would pull out my log and beat him with it.
Today’s devotion is a bit longer than usual, but it’s a story that’s been working its way into my soul over the last couple of years. It’s one of the most dangerous stories of Scripture. A woman speaks a word of criticism, and she is barren for the rest of her life.