Not long ago, we had an ice storm. Layers of ice weighed down bare tree branches. They looked like bony fingers reaching toward the ground. The snapping and groaning of limbs was eerie. Many trees plummeted to the ground, unable to endure the stress.
My nephew, Josh, was always a prankster. He was the class clown in school. He provided entertainment for his family. He initiated fun adventures with his friends. He had “a smile his face couldn’t contain,” as his brother noted.
The woman in Luke 7 that poured perfume on Jesus’ feet was called Sinner and Sinful Woman by the local townspeople. Jesus called her Forgiven.
Sarah was known as Barren and Disgraced. God called her Princess and Mother of Nations.
Mary Magdalene was labeled Demon-possessed. Jesus knew her as Healed.
I recently joined a group of ladies for Bible study. Noticing that some of the questions were fill-in-the-blank type, I thought, Okay, these are familiar questions requiring perfunctory answers.
It is inevitable. We wake up one day and realize we are in the valley of life. Life is like that. Mountains and valleys. Ups and downs. Highs and lows. If you aren’t living in the valley right now, chances are you just came out of one or you’re heading into one.
Today, I write from a place of raw emotion. How is it sometimes the people closest to you wound you the most? If God created us for relationships, why are they so hard? At times, friendships prove challenging. Sometimes, family trumps the charts in difficulty.
How often do you think about your pinky toe? Not very often, I would suspect. That is, until you stub and break it! Then, all you seem to think about is that toe.
Picture this: Take a dry sponge and pour water over it. All its holes fill up, and it doubles in size. When it gets to the point it can hold no more, the water flows over the edges. It is “satiated;” the Hebrew meaning of satisfies, in our verse today. It is the filling and even overfilling of appetites or desires.
Have you ever taken on a project that felt impossible? You don’t know where to start. It feels overwhelming. There are too many steps in the process. Certain things have to happen that are out of your control in order to accomplish it
As I opened my car door to leave for church one Sunday, I noticed a safety pin on the garage floor. Wondering how it ended up there, I picked it up and stuck it in my change purse.
My grandson’s stuffed toys bring him much pleasure. He talks to them. He sleeps with them. Rarely does he ever get in the car without one or two in tow.
When we moved from a small East Texas town to a huge South Texas metropolis, I experienced some fear at night mainly because my husband’s job included travel leaving me home alone many nights.
Moses grew up in the lap of luxury, raised by the daughter of Pharaoh. Think of the irony, Pharaoh, who tried to kill all the boy Israelite babies ended up with one growing up in his own household.
No matter your stage of life, your health or wealth, your interests or aptitudes, you fit somewhere along a learning curve. That learning curve is called Life.
Is there a tougher learning curve than the one found in the school of prayer? Fortunately, we have a Teacher who understands His students and meets them where they are. In the case of fallen humanity, that place is their felt needs and limited human perspective.
My husband and I are big fans of British murder mysteries. They are a kinder, gentler kind of gruesome death against a backdrop of spring green, cultured voices and a “tea moment.”
One simple verse that will be read very differently—depending on which one of two groups you fall into.
Group 1: “’Yes’ is ‘yes’ and ‘no’ is ‘no.’ Got it. Next question?”
Group 2: “Yes, that is true, but I am pretty sure I can make this work.”
It was our regular Thursday after-school special with the youngest grand girls. When our time was over their dad pulled up in the driveway. As our nine-year old gathered up her backpack and rushed out the door to get in his car, she called back over her shoulder, “I want to learn to bake a cherry pie.”
Who can see the wind? No one. We only see the effects of wind.
Chinook winds are common every winter around Boulder, Colorado. Chinook winds are warm, dry, and blow from the west down mountain ranges.
