Photo Credit I ran into Debbie at our Paneras on Saturday after the service. We call it “our Paneras” because no one seems to go there for a late bite on the weekends, which suits my introverted man just fine. This week, Debbie and her hubby beat us there. As I approached the line,…
Photo Credit: freeimages.com/Markus Nyberg Lord, forgive me. Forgive me for fleeing to wells that don’t satisfy. Forgive me for talking more than listening. Forgive me for running so fast that I don’t make room for You in the quiet. Lord, I desperately need You. I need Your refreshing in a dry and weary land….
Photo Credit: FreeImages.com/Piotr Lewandowski I said too much. I wanted to speak grace, to listen with compassion. I wanted to be Jesus with skin on. But, I forgot that I can’t fix people. Only God can change a life. My job is just to love. I am so thankful that God gives us do-overs….
Photo Credit Sometimes, I weep for what was. I wish I could roll back the clock and revise a tragic day in my family’s history. I cry out for restoration as salty tears stream down my face. I am thankful for that sweet Scripture that says God collects all my tears in a bottle. I…
Photo Credit Dear Denise, I thought of you on Saturday. I was at the hair salon, and John apparently is a Beatles fan. He played most of the Magical Mystery Tour Album while he highlighted my hair. As I hummed the tune to “Strawberry Fields Forever,” I relived that dark day in 1975 when…
Photo Credit I keep wishing that I could have a Narnia prayer moment. You know, I want to find this magical door that provides access to a world of unfolding light and power. Instead, I struggle to stay awake every morning on my knees, and my mind drifts off to my mental grocery list….