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Faith & Family

Faith is a vital role in the family unit. It draws us together. Holds us tight. Binds us with the ties of God. Keeping faith in our families secures the values of Christ are embedded in our children

Come to the Table

Some of my fondest memories have been around our four-legged beast.

Dinner time has always been an event at our house. Our family comes together around our table to eat, but conversations emerge and then laughter—lots of laughter. Sometimes, we toss food around, feed the dogs under the table what the kids don’t want, read the Bible, and make prayers—all the time. 

We have signed college scholarship papers for two of our kids on that table, celebrated many birthdays, and completed numerous homework assignments. It's a hallmark of our kitchen. It bids us come, eat, fellowship, be in the vicinity of each other, watch the outdoors when in disagreement, and hold hands to pray in good and bad times.

We've changed diapers on that table when necessary as well as popped champagne and wiped tears. But one thing stands firm: we were never alone around the table. Even when we couldn’t find placemats and had to use paper plates, the table reminded us of love and an invitation to join. Loneliness has never surrounded our table. 

God also sets a table before us. He wants us to come, take a seat, and enjoy His company. But more than that, He invites us to commune, talk, reason, and argue. He also invites us to express disappointments and misunderstandings, shed tears, and talk about all kinds of mysteries. He wants us to jump up excitedly about victories won and mourn the losses that break our hearts.

But we have to join God. By doing so, we also let our heavenly siblings love on us and do life with us. Jesus ate with Pharisees, had expensive perfume poured on Him, served friends, prepared a table within eyesight of His enemies, and blessed food—all around a table. 

Jesus wants us to spend some time at the table and let Him serve us from the rich bounty of His Word. He can heal us of any brokenness we have.

Feast on God’s goodness. Let Him handfeed you His rich truths. 

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Fall leaves crunch underfoot and brisk air invigorates every movement.

My girls squeal on the giant inflatable pillow at the pumpkin patch. Jumps and twirls delight them. The sister’s hold each other tightly as they race from one end to the other. The erratic bounces of the other gleeful children force a higher bounce and a tumble onto the lively pillow. Louder squeals ensue. Their joy is not hindered by a fall, but rather they look forward to the other sister pulling them back up. Complete trust in each other’s love. What an amazing gift from God.

As the writer of Ecclesiastes knew, we can’t do this thing called life alone. We need other people around us whom we can trust to pick us back up.

In my life, I’ve experienced no shortage of falls. However, there has been a lack of people I can count on to pick me back up.

As Christ followers, we know where our real help comes from—the Lord. If we lack in loving and trusting relationships, we can go to Him with our requests. He is a God of abundance, and His love for us is immeasurable. He will grant us friends to sit with us during hard times. He will bring divine connections of people who can speak light into our lives. He will let us feel His hand, lifting us up through the hands of His chosen people.

God will also give us the strength to pick others up. We will refuse to ignore their hurting. He will enable us to sit with someone in their pain without judgment.

Ask God for friends who have His character; patience, gentleness, and faithfulness.

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As I write this, the Autumnal Equinox has arrived.

The first day of fall is a day of transformation at our house. Framing our front door are the black, red, and gold stripes of the flag of Germany and the blue and white diamonds of the flag of Bavaria. Lights decorate our windows, and large colorful leaves hang from our ceiling as if falling. Vibrant autumn-hued garlands of leaves and pumpkins outline our windows. Everywhere, symbols of Oktoberfest abound.

The reason for all this? My wife is a daughter of Germany—from Augsburg in Bavaria—where this time of year all eyes are on the bright lights, rides, and tents of the Oktoberfest in Munich. It has been fifty-five years since my dear Charlotte was last in her native Bavaria. But we decorate to celebrate the opening of the Oktoberfest in Munich and to bring a little of the Oktoberfest to Charlotte.

This time next month, Charlotte and I, along with family and friends, will gather in the northeast Georgia mountains for one of the best Oktoberfests this side of Munich. It is an annual event for us—part vacation and part family reunion. I'll hope my Lederhosen fits for another year, and Charlotte will joyfully get out her colorful Dirndls. We'll dance polkas and waltzes to accordion-heavy oompah bands, and feast on bratwursts and pretzels. (We're not talking bags of Snyders here. We're talking the dinner-plate size soft, hot, and incredibly delicious authentic Bavarian pretzels shipped from Munich.) It is all to let Charlotte touch her heritage … to hold on to that part of her she once called home.

I also have another celebration of another faraway heritage. My body … my life … is an ongoing celebration of my future with my Father in heaven.

Through Moses, God gave the Israelites annual celebrations and events that pictured the coming Christ. I have been given the Bible, the Word of God. It is a picture of my heritage. Its words are my celebration. Its Psalms are my songs. In it are my proper attire, my armor, my wisdom. Inside it are the seeds of my future, waiting to be planted, so that I can be a true ambassador of my proper, genuine, and authentic home. Now that's worth celebrating.

Find a way to celebrate your heavenly heritage.

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Serving When It's Uncomfortable

Here I was, right in the thick of it.

Day three of Vacation Bible School rolled around. This, I had argued with the children’s director who had asked me to volunteer, was not my spiritual gift. I felt called to teach women.

She countered with “You are a Bible teacher, and we need you. I can count on you to teach the truth.”

The day before, I had taught the children about the plagues of the Exodus. They really enjoyed hearing about the boils. By day three, they were overly excited and practically bouncing off the walls. I could barely contain them. I remarked to my co-teacher, “The first graders are here with their mob mentality. Be prepared.”

And much to my surprise, a deep connection happened. The first graders gave me their rapt attention. The Red Sea parted, and we tromped through the wilderness. Little Moses made bitter water sweet, and the breakfast cereal manna fascinated them. The paper quails kept their attention, and they recited in order everything they had learned the day before.

As I said goodbye, one of the little girls jumped into my arms for a hug. Her friends joined her and told me they would miss me. My heart was full (and convicted).

Children are a reward from God. We are a part of God’s family and should help bring children up so they know what it is to belong to the family. They just may surprise us and show us what the joy of our heritage is.

Don’t get stuck in a comfortable rut of serving God. God may have a surprise for you if you follow His leading.

Even when it is uncomfortable, enjoy God’s rewards.  

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In the Quiet

My friend and I tried for several weeks to coordinate our calendars for a game of golf. Finally, we found an afternoon when we were both available. We talked about our jobs, families, and church responsibilities. Each of us commented on how busy we are.

“I’m not as proud of my busyness as I used to be,” he said.

I nodded.  

“I realized not long ago that when I take time away from work I get a headache. I talked to my doctor about it. It seems I’ve never learned to rest. When I try to take time off, I feel nervous about what’s going on back at the office, about getting behind on things. It makes me physically ill.” 

Life throws various stresses at us—jobs, school, family drama—making what God told the Israelites to do difficult, to observe the Sabbath. When we find a moment to relax, we can’t turn our minds off, sit still, or take a deep breath. Our inability to rest damages us physically and spiritually. Hurry jeopardizes our souls, leaving us weary and vulnerable to temptation and distracting us from the Father.

Meister Eckhart, a German philosopher from the thirteenth century, observed, “God is not found in the soul by adding anything but by subtracting.”

When we subtract hurry, distraction, and anxiousness, the fog of busyness dissipates and we see, maybe for the first time in a long time, the beauty and glory of our Lord.

In order to honor the Sabbath, we must break from work and rest, pushing the mess of life from our minds, hearts, and bodies. We focus on God—remembering and worshipping. In these moments, God is the Lord who makes us holy and molds us in the quiet.

So sit on the back deck with a glass of sweet tea. Or beside the creek with a fishing pole. Or in a quiet chapel with a Bible. Put the phone away, close the Outlook calendar, and exhale. Mediate. Reflect. Gaze upon God’s glory, and let Him cleanse your soul and fill your heart with His holiness.

Breathe in, breathe out, and be filled with God’s presence.

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Divine Safety in Emergencies

In times of national emergencies, a buffer zone is usually a safe haven for vulnerable people facing stormy blasts.

During such times, people value the importance of peace and safety. National governments have to put in place adequate measures to arrest this ugly trend as soon as possible.

Sometimes in our nation, there are instances of national emergencies or conflict, but God has kept His people far away from these unforeseen situations. Whenever there is tension in our nation, we call on God before we do the government.

National disaster had taken place in Egypt. Hail, mingled with fire, affected the lives of people, plants, and animals. Tension reigned, but God secured His own people who were in the land of Goshen. The ravaging disaster did not touch them.

God knows how to secure His people in times of crisis. He is our shield and buckler, a present help in trouble. He wants us in His camp so His defence will continuously rest on those who put their trust in Him.

To enjoy divine safety in times of emergencies, we must be a friend of God. He is a Father who values the safety of His people. He is our rock and fortress always.

Trust God to keep you and your family safe in His hand and far away from any spiritual and physical disaster.

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There's No Hiding from God

The three-year-old sat in the middle of the floor and covered his eyes with his chubby fingers.

“You tant fin’ me now,” he said. All of the adults laughed. The child truly thought that because he couldn’t see anyone in the room, they couldn’t see him.

But the age-old game of hide-and-seek ceases to be funny when we try it out on God. “If I can’t see you, Lord—if I’m not praying, reading your Word, holding my tongue, controlling my anger, being obedient, and worshiping You as Lord of my life—then You can’t see all my mistakes and the mess I’ve made of my life. I’ll come out of hiding when I clean up my act.”

In reality, hiding from our Creator is impossible. He knows where we are every moment. He knows our thoughts and the intent of our heart. He hears every word spoken and sees every deed—good or bad. He even keeps track of the number of hairs on our head. The psalmist tells us there is no escaping His presence. And why would we want to?

Someone once said that trying to clean up our messes before we come to God is like waiting for the bleeding to stop before we go to the hospital. Our Father sees every need and patiently waits with open arms for us to run into them. He doesn’t want us to try to hide from Him, and He certainly doesn’t hide from us. God’s game is only to seek. He pursues us with His relentless love and expects us to seek Him with our whole heart.

If you’re living in the shadows, thinking you’re not visible on God’s radar, take His hand and walk into the glorious light of His presence. He will make all things new. No more hiding.

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Are We There Yet?

My grandson Caleb loves to ride in the car.

Caleb embraces the journey, describing every horse, monster truck, race car, fast food place, playground, and even the bugs on the windshield as we motor along. He keeps up a running commentary as we ride, as if he could pull the wondrous outside world into the car with him. With Caleb, it is never, “Are we there yet?” Rather, it’s always, “Can’t we go somewhere else?”

I wish I could face my daily journey as a Christian as enthusiastically as Caleb’s journeys in the car. Yes, I know I’m going to heaven, but there’s much more to my daily Christian life than just waiting for that wondrous final reward.

I remember singing in church of “the sweet by and by,” but all too often I wake up grumpy to a new day faced with the hard now and now. Yet that too is part of my journey, part of my growing process. Christ is alive in my heart, longing to fill every minute of my life if I would just let Him.

Paul speaks of our Christian life as a marathon, a long-distance run. As a former long-distance runner, I should appreciate this more, but I often find myself forgetting that the endurance of each step is its own reward. I find myself merely looking ahead to my promised finish line, rather than embracing the journey that gets me there. All too often, I start the day with, “Are we there yet?”

But God is patient with me, pulling me up and helping me start again on our daily walk together. He helps me sleepily put one foot in front of the other and take that first step of the new day. He reminds me He will be there when the race ends to sweep me into His arms—but also that He is in my heart right now, helping me every step of the way. And always I hear the whisper of His voice urging me to be more like Caleb ... to embrace His journey for me with boundless enthusiasm.

Don’t let preoccupation with your destination spoil your journey.

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Giving Thanks When Life Stinks

Wringing my hands, I tried to calm my fluttering stomach while my mother and I waited in the hard-cushioned chairs.

Sounds of squeaking shoes and a crying child echoed from the hall into our small room. Opening the door, the neurologist greeted us and washed his hands. He asked a few questions and examined my mom. His next sentence took our breath away: “You have Lou Gehrig’s Disease.” 

Mom and I ducked into a private room and hugged as tears streamed down our faces. Thoughts swirled in my mind, and worry seized my heart. ALS is terminal. Why God? Why my mom? How can this be Your will?

On the night of His betrayal, Jesus gave thanks. He knew Judas would betray him, but Jesus requested a Passover meal with him and the other disciples anyway. Jesus knew His suffering was imminent, yet He expressed gratitude to God—two times.

By focusing on His heavenly Father and the promise of the future reward, Jesus chose joy and endured the cross (Hebrews 12:2). He realized suffering was temporary, but God’s promises were eternal.

My mom passed away one year later. Even though the pain still hurts and I miss her, I’m thankful for the promise of eternal life with our heavenly Father.

When trials come or when you receive earth-shattering news, follow Jesus’s example. Give thanks and focus on your heavenly Father. Ask God to center your eyes on Him, not your circumstances.

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Day at the Zoo

Walking with my wife and our grandson at a zoo near our house in Surprise, Arizona, I was overpowered by beauty.

Looking at the birds in the aviary, I was reminded of God. I saw birds with brilliant and diverse designs and stopped in silent awe. The Chinese pheasants were masterpieces of color, as was each species of bird surrounding them.

Standing there, I thought of a Bible verse: “All flesh is not the same flesh, but there is one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of beasts, and another of birds” (1 Corinthians 15:39). And also, “God said, ‘Let the earth bring forth the living creatures according to its kind … each according to its kind and it was so’” (Genesis 1:24).

Later, we went to the aquarium and saw amazing fish, such as the “Discus fish,” which was so striking in all its pastel colors that our grandson stood still for several minutes.

We left the zoo thinking about the birds, the fish, and the giraffe—who stood fifteen-feet off the ground on a platform and ate out of our son’s hand. Our time together left us laughing, sharing, and blessed. The animals demonstrated Jesus’ creative love, for all things are made by Him.

The best outcome of the zoo trip was that our grandson asked Jesus to come into his heart after my wife testified to him and stressed how each person has to ask Jesus to do this. He now gives such beautiful prayers at our meals.

Talk about Jesus when you are with your children. Tell them about His love and what He has done. You will miss them someday if you are in heaven without them.

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Salad in the Mailbox

Sometimes, unusual things appear in rural mailboxes.

My husband, who was a minister, left me for a woman in our congregation. I had never worked outside the home, but God opened doors only He could have opened. Within three weeks, I was employed at a nonprofit organization.

When my husband left, we were living in the church’s parsonage. The officers of the church graciously gave permission for me to continue living there until a new minister was called. All they asked was that I keep the lawn mowed. Several people from the church were kind to me and gave needed support and encouragement. I will always remember their loving acts.

One hot summery day, I came home from a stressful day at work and stopped at the large rural mailbox to pick up my mail. Inside the box, I found a fresh crisp salad, accompanied by a container of salad dressing and crackers. Marjorie, an older member, had placed the salad in the mailbox just moments before she knew I’d be home. I enjoyed the tasty food twice as much, thinking of Marjorie and her thoughtfulness.

I lived in the parsonage for eight months until the church hired their new pastor. During that period, my special friends encouraged me in various ways. Verna was my listener and let me talk out my frustrations. Johnny and Velda, a sweet older couple, supplied me with meat and fresh eggs. Johnny also kept my push lawnmower working.

We don’t have to do extravagant things for people in order to give them a blessing. Small acts of kindness, like a salad in the mailbox, bring unexpected joy to those in need of encouragement.

When God’s Spirit nudges you to be a helper, an encourager, or a blessing, obey.

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Your Kisser Doesn't Work

My grandson once pinched his finger. Nothing serious. Just a small skin squeeze, but the sudden pain startled him. He waddled over to my chair and showed me his finger. I looked at it and asked if he wanted me to kiss it to make it better. He nodded and held up his finger.

I kissed it. "There, it's all better now."

He looked at his finger, looked at me, looked back at his finger, and then said, "Opa, your kisser doesn't work."

How many times have we heard the words, "The cancer has spread,” “There's been an accident,” or “We have to make some cuts in staff?" How many times have we fallen to our knees, begging God to remove the hurt, only to feel the pain gripping our heart?

Healing takes time. My grandson was young. He would learn that with time. God's healing takes time too, but we are young. We will learn this each time a new pain interrupts our day. We will also learn God's love is long-suffering … that He longs to hug us until the pain stops. And in the end, we forget the pain but never the touch of His embrace.

I lifted my grandson and placed him in my lap. I tucked his head against my chest and looked at his finger. In a few minutes, the sniffles stopped, and he hopped down and ran off—no longer focused on the pain.

We are never closer to God than when we hurt. Cry out to Him and say, "Kiss it, Opa, and make it better."

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Keeping in Contact

I stood there with a silent hope that the tiny box on the counter would hold what I needed to regain my vision—or at least, enough to get me by.

A rummage under the sink had produced an old, rogue, still-packaged contact. There I stood with the thankful find—a left-eye prescription, which, I discovered, not only brought refreshment to me but completely adequate vision.

We each stand in a spiritual fog at times. We pray for solutions to problems. We wonder what we should do. We ask God to confirm callings. It’s hard to see the right path. The situation feels stagnant or even desperate.

But as God’s own, we don’t have to remain there. Paul writes the method of gaining greater revelation: “Let God change you.”

To let God change us, we must be in His presence daily. In addition to communicating with Him through prayer, a relationship that consists of reading His living Word, offering Him our sacrifice of praise, and being still to listen for Him helps us receive needed alterations and obtain the clarity we seek.

God knows your exact prescription. By keeping in contact with Him, you will experience refreshment and see your vision improve.

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Weary of Waiting?

I looked at the list of prayer concerns written on the 3 x 5 card and released a sigh of frustration.

I’d been praying about some of the situations for months. Years. Decades. Why don’t I see any progress, Lord? I wondered.

Across the top of the card, I’d written Zechariah 8:6. This is what the LORD Almighty says: "All this may seem impossible to you now, a small and discouraged remnant of God’s people. But do you think this is impossible for me, the LORD Almighty?" I knew the answer to God’s question. Of course nothing is impossible for Him. He is the LORD Almighty, Jehovah Sabaoth, the Commander of Heaven’s Angel Armies. His power is unlimited. I didn’t doubt God’s ability to answer my prayers, but His delay chaffed me. The fabric of my faith had worn thin—too fragile to protect my spiritual skin from the irritation of His apparent inactivity.

So I whined a bit in my prayer that morning and admitted my discouragement: “I’m tired of praying about these things, Lord.” But even as I whispered those words, guilt pricked me. You don’t doubt His power. Why do you doubt His timing? That’s when the Holy Spirit seemed to ask, “What do you think faith is, Denise?”

I read Zechariah 8:6 again. One phrase stood out—“this may seem impossible.” What seems to be true and what is true are often opposites. The people to whom Zechariah spoke thought God had forsaken them. But He hadn’t. God asked them to trust His goodness, His wisdom, and His power by focusing on what they knew was true about Him.

He asks me to do the same thing. For some reason it’s easier for me to say, “I know He is able to fix this someday” than to say, “I know He is doing just what needs to be done today.” The first response is a wistful “maybe” faith; the second response is a confident “absolutely” faith.

God’s not indifferent to our requests. Every day He is doing just what needs to be done according to His eternal plan. Therefore, I’ve changed the way I present my prayer concerns to God. Instead of saying, “Do something about this, Lord,” I now say, “I know You love this person, Lord, and are working in his life,” or “I know You are working on the solution to this problem, Lord. Help me wait patiently, confident You have everything under control.”

Believe in God’s power, and you can wait for His timing.

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Broken Dishes and Forgiveness

I gathered the pieces and hid them in the bottom of the trashcan.

When I was a young girl, I broke my mother’s casserole dish. I still remember the feeling of its smooth surface, slick with water, as it slipped through my hands. For a moment, my heart stopped. Then, there was a loud crash and the dish shattered. When my mother came home, she asked, “Do you know what happened to my casserole dish?”

I am ashamed to say I lied. I told her I had no idea what had happened to it. My mother looked at me sadly and said, “I found the pieces in the bottom of the trashcan. I am very disappointed in you for lying.”

Many years later, I stumbled across the same dish at an antique store. The memory of my mother’s disappointed face rushed back to me. I purchased the dish immediately, lovingly wrapped it, and gave it to her as a gift.

When my mother opened the present, she was confused. “Thank you,” she said, “but I really don’t need another casserole dish.”

“Don’t you remember?” I asked. “This is a dish like the one I broke when I was young!”

She thought for a long time, then said with a smile, “Oh, I forgot all about that. I forgave you years ago.”

Although Mom had completely forgotten about the incident, it took me years to forgive myself. The forgiveness my mother showed me mirrors the forgiveness that God, our heavenly parent, shows toward us.

The psalmist tells us we are blessed when our sins are forgiven. We have no need to carry our guilt and sin with us for years—the way I carried the guilt I felt over breaking my mother’s casserole dish.

Sometimes, forgiving ourselves for mistakes we have made in the past is difficult, but God waits to offer us forgiveness. All we need to do is ask.

If there is something you have carried on your heart for years, ask God’s forgiveness—and then forgive yourself.

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The brilliant blue-white flash and the accompanying ripping crash of thunder brought me out of my nap in my office chair.

The wind hit the house as if God himself was knocking and wanted in badly. The warnings about this weather system had blared all day. The television weather-heads were beside themselves in their earnest misgivings. The computer monitor flashed continuous threats as Accuweather—the National Weather Service—and Weather Underground all chimed in with their concerns. Finally, my phone also joined the fun—beeping, dinging, and buzzing for my attention. Severe Thunderstorm Warning! Seek Shelter Now!

I ignored them and took a nap instead. The constant onslaught of dire weather warnings in this age of constant communication has all but caused me to tune them out. This past winter we endured snow warnings. Three inches, five inches, and eight inches were all forecast breathlessly. In the end, we didn't get the first snowflake.

But that was then; this was now. This time they had gotten it right. The house shook from the wind, and thunder roiled the atmosphere. I went to the front door just in time to see my heavy grill cover lifting from the grill. Stepping onto the porch, I was immediately blasted by the wind. Grabbing the grill cover, I wrestled it back into place and secured it with a block of firewood.

Incredibly, the wind got stronger. Small limbs blew past me. As I watched, the lawn chairs around the firepit lifted and flew toward the woods. Moving to get back inside, I cracked opened the storm door and felt it rip out of my hand. I grabbed it with both hands and stepped back inside. It took all my strength to pull the door shut. We survived with only a downed tree, fallen limbs, and a ripped camper canopy.

However, there is another storm coming. Indeed, it is already here. And God's Word is full of strident warnings about it's coming. The Bible's great summation—its "take away"—to the entire story is the Book of Revelation. And Revelation's beautiful message is simply this: Jesus IS coming back, and tribulation and persecution will precede His coming.

We have been warned. The alerts are sounding. The time is close ... so very close.

Think of something you can do to get ready for Jesus’ coming.

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Strong and Courageous

One in eight women develop breast cancer. I am one.

On the drive to my routine mammogram one November day, I became overwhelmed with emotion. My mind raced. What if I have cancer? After I was diagnosed with breast cancer later in the week, I remembered that moment. Never before had I experienced something like this.

God was with me, preparing my heart. He continued to give me strength every step of my journey. Cancer wasn’t always easy, but He promised to be with me. Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord is with you wherever you go. Words, such as the ones He gave to Joshua, delivered peace. I saw evidence of God’s hand throughout my treatment. In many ways, He confirmed His Word to me.

According to God’s Word to Joshua, we do not need to be afraid. God is with us wherever we go. This is a wonderful gift for any situation in our lives, even the really difficult, discouraging, and scary ones.

Imagining not being afraid in scary situations is difficult, but that’s what God commands. He knew life would be difficult, so He gave us many verses to comfort and guide us. He also said He would be beside us.

Whatever your life struggle, God wants to meet you in the situation. Trust in Him and His promises, and remember the Lord is with you wherever you go.

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More of a Father's Love

The call never came.

My boys waited for the phone to ring, and, once again, their dad failed the simple task of a call. I’m not sure which made me angrier: The fact their dad lied to them or the sadness on their little faces when the phone remained silent.

No one wins in a divorce. Everyone, at some point, pays a price. My price for a failed marriage was watching my two little guys be disappointed. I had no explanation why their dad opted to ignore them. All I could do was give them a hug. “I promise. I’ll never let you down.”

My youngest stared at the floor as he walked away. He was brokenhearted, and there was nothing I could do—nothing I could give to ease his pain.

My husband leaned against the wall and eyed my son. “I need some help. Can you give me a hand?” My son nodded.

Tim picked up his stepson and gave him a bear hug. “I love ya, son,” he said, then dropped into the rocker and began to rock so hard his feet flew off the floor. It was only seconds before giggles rang through the living room and both boys were rocking with their stepdad. A simple gift. Immense love for children who were not his biologically, but ones he called his own.

Our Father in Heaven loves us so much that He pursues us. Even when we don’t feel worthy or when our hearts are breaking, His love never fails. His love for us is so immense that He calls us His children. His. Children. How amazing is that?

In the moment of his stepchild’s pain, Tim did what he could and gave what he could to show my son love. The biology brings about conception, but a real father makes the child. My boys grew into fine men, thanks to this wonderful stepdad.

The love of a good father shapes us in wonderful ways, just as the love of God shapes us eternally. Whether you have a good earthly father or not does not mean your heavenly Father turns His back. He is faithfully there.

Happy Father’s Day. May the love of the good Father fill your heart.

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God's Love Is with Us

“Place this in your front windshield,” the park ranger said, handing me a permit sticker.

I stuck it on as instructed. Later, I needed to remove it. Some came off, but one piece remained affixed. I tried window cleaner. No luck. Next, I tried a razor blade. Still, one persistent strip of glue remained. A last-ditch effort with rubbing alcohol removed every trace. The sticker lived up to its name by not letting go of the glass.

Like the sticker, God’s love clings to us no matter what our situation. We may feel unworthy, but what we think does not matter. We may mess up, but God’s love holds, sticking to us regardless of the circumstances. Nothing can separate us from the love of God.

Paul knew this because he endured many hardships for his faith. He was persecuted, beaten, shipwrecked, and imprisoned. Nothing—not prison walls or the considerable power of the Roman Empire—could contain his witness. While imprisoned, he wrote letters of encouragement to fellow Christians all over the known world. He told them Christ died for all and that God gave His Son because He loves us. Words that still inspire and teach Christians today.

Sometimes, I feel inadequate to describe God's love. At other times, I lack the resources or courage. Because God and His amazing love are always with me, I can overcome my misgivings. Sharing God's love is not always easy, but possible with His help.

Remember that nothing can separate you from God’s love. Then, tell others.

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Take Responsibility for Your Own Actions

Growing up, it became a way of life—blaming others for my mistakes.

Raised by a strict and sometimes harsh grandfather, I was expected to be perfect. You know, the child who’s seen and not heard. To avoid his anger and unfair punishment, I learned to shift the blame.

As I got older, the habit continued. I struggled with inferiority and low self-esteem, feeling as if everyone was constantly judging me—especially when I blew it. It was very difficult to admit when I was wrong or at fault … to anyone. As a result, I became an angry person.

After battling anger for years and begging God to deliver me from this emotional baggage, my life changed dramatically one day when He told me I was choosing that behavior. It had become my default. When unable to control or fix a situation, my typical response was anger. My deliverance from that ungodly behavior came when I finally accepted responsibility for my own actions and stopped blaming everyone around me.

Too many times, especially as Christians, we tend to think admitting our faults and mistakes makes us weak. Others might think there’s something wrong with us. We want to be perfect in the world’s eyes.

As I found out, nothing could be further from the truth. It takes strength and courage to admit we’re wrong. Not only that, the Bible says Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed (James 5:16 KJV). When we confess those faults (sins, shortcomings, failures, mistakes, blunders, mishaps, and faux pas), God forgives us and sets us back on the right path. We develop more compassion, even for ourselves. We’re also able to see things from a godly perspective.

One writer says, “Mistakes are natural and inevitable—and they’re just mistakes. They can be corrected. It doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

If you’ve become accustomed to shifting the blame, maybe it’s time to take responsibility for your own actions. When you do, God will set you free, pour out His forgiveness, and enable you to walk in the peace that passes human comprehension.

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Suddenly, I could see.

For the first time in several years, the world swam into sharp focus. It had been too long since I had had new glasses, and I had forgotten what it was like to have everything in exact and precise relief. Colors leaped out at me in the distance. Glancing at my wrist, I marveled that I could read the day and date on my watch.

I have worn glasses since the fourth grade. My eyes and my vision have been my personal thorn-in-my side all my life. From the very beginning, I hated glasses. Well, maybe not from the very beginning, but at least from the first mocking "four-eyes" that came echoing down the school hall. I yanked the glasses off and shoved them into my pocket. And for the most part, they stayed there.

As soon as I could talk Mom and Dad into them, I tried contacts. Of course, it turned out I was allergic to them. My eyes simply wouldn't tolerate them. So it was back to the glasses.

Eventually, vanity gave way to practicality, especially when I had to buy glasses myself and they became a permanent fixture on my face. They lasted a lot longer there, doing what they were supposed to do, than they did crammed into my pocket.

For too long, I treated God's Word like my glasses. I've had a Bible my whole life. But without opening it, without reading it, without studying it ... it did me as much good as those glasses did in my pocket. That Holy-Spirit-breathed Word, those life-given verses, are God's glasses for me to see His world. I have to get that Word into me ... to wear it like a pair of glasses to see my Lord and the supernatural world that is our forever home.

God gives many descriptions of His Word: a double-edged sword, a light on my path, bread, rivers of living water, and even Jesus Himself. But the description that suits me best is the Word as glasses. My glasses. My vision into my Lord's world and His way for my life.

Don't be like me and leave those glasses, His Word, stuffed and useless in your pocket. Put them on. Discover His world. See what He desires for you to see.

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The Young Man, the Old Man

The young man went from one frustrating job to another, from one get-rich-quick scheme to another. When confronted with his need of Jesus, his answer was “I am a spiritual man. I do not need Jesus.”

The old man referred to God as the “man in the sky” or sometimes, “the man upstairs.” He relied on being a non-active member of a denomination and his good deeds to make him eligible for heaven.

To walk through life relying on our own spirituality or concept of God is the pathway to hell. Only the Word of God, Jesus Himself, is able to bring us truth and spiritual inheritance in heaven.

To be economically rich but spiritually poor is bondage to the kingdom of darkness. Only the light of the gospel of Jesus Christ leads to a heavenly eternal life.

Many people claim to believe in God, but what god? There is only one living God–only one sovereign Lord. To pass from death to life, we must hear the words of Jesus and believe it is Father God who has sent Him to give eternal life.

The young man still denies his need of Jesus, but the old man, once confronted with the gospel truth, became a believer a few weeks before passing into heaven.

Accept Jesus today. Tomorrow may be too late to make this life-changing decision.

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Walking the Aisle with Mom

When I was small, a caring woman took me to Sunday school and worship services. As an older youth and teenager, I walked alone to a church in my neighborhood because my parents were not Christians, nor did they attend a church.

Then a revival began at the church I attended. The minister stopped at our house to invite Mom. She was hesitant at first but eventually promised the minister she would attend. At the age of fifteen, I was led by God’s Spirit to accept Jesus Christ, but I was too shy to walk the aisle by myself to make the decision public.

The first night of the revival, Mom and I sat near the door in case we wanted to leave, but we stayed. On the second night, as the congregation sang “Softly and Tenderly,” Mom said she was going forward.

Her heart had been touched to accept Jesus. I wanted to go also, but that long aisle seemed to stretch forever. I tried to talk Mom into waiting until the final verse, but she wouldn’t wait. I walked the aisle with her, and we made our decisions known.

Mom’s road as a Christian was not smooth. My father wouldn’t attend services and denied God’s existence. Still, as long as she was physically able, Mom faithfully attended.

I would have eventually had the courage to walk that long aisle, but with Mom at my side, I was encouraged to do so at an earlier age. Perhaps, through the years I attended church alone, God’s Spirit spoke to Mom about salvation. I am thankful she heard and obeyed.

Many times through the witness of a family member’s faith in God, an entire family will accept salvation.

If you struggle to live your faith before an unbelieving family, don’t give up. God may use your witness to bring about their salvation.

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End to Enders

My wife, Charlotte, and I are official “End to Enders.”

A framed certificate hanging on the wall in my office (okay it’s not so much an office as a corner of the living room) proves it. The Blue Ridge Parkway awards it as a promotional campaign to anyone who has traveled the entire length of the Parkway.

From earliest memory, my family has traveled and camped on the Parkway. When I was a boy, it was a road of mystery—waterfalls, incredible vistas, ancient log cabins, and wildlife in abundance. For me, the Parkway hosts a lifetime of memories, from camping to picnicking to racing my little brother up Mt. Pisgah.

From an abundance of mountaintops up and down the Parkway, one can look down and see miles of concrete ribbon as it winds along the ridge tops. As a boy, I imagined God seeing us this way, gazing down from some remote spot high above, occasionally brushing aside a cloud to get a better view.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve discovered my youthful analogy has held up. No, I don’t think God peers down through the clouds, although He might, but rather that He lives in me and with me. What comforts me, like my boyhood image of God looking down on the Parkway, is that God knows the twists and turns of my life from beginning to end.

God can see what I can’t—what lies around the bends in the road and what joys and dangers are hidden from me by the curves of life’s highway. He provides what I’ll need. He teaches me lessons that will serve me up ahead on the road—in some future situation I can’t even imagine now—because He knows where my life’s path is going.

I take comfort in that … when I remember it. Sometimes God has to remind me He is in control.  And He knows the road ahead far better than I do.

When the curves in your life’s road seem too sharp to handle, remember God knows what lies around the corner and has an ‘End to Ender’ certificate awaiting you. Trust in Him.

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Believe and Declare

Easter has always been hard for us.

Since he was a child, my disabled son has hated Easter. It scares him. Even as an adult, he still can’t manage seeing the dead body of Christ hanging on the cross. Honestly, I have a hard time seeing it too. But it’s for a different reason.

Where Chase is fearful of the scene, my heart is simply ripped out of my chest. Wrapping my head around the sacrifice is difficult. I feel undeserving and guilt ridden. It is not uncommon for me to burst into tears when I see the Passion story.

Our church did a mini version of the Passion play for our children. Those who directed the walk were very sensitive to what small children could take in, so instead of Jesus hanging on the cross, it was draped in purple cloth, surrounded by green plants, and adorned with a crown of thorns on top.

A soft light lit the cross from the bottom and conveyed the story perfectly. During this scene, we also saw the angels at the tomb who said, “Do not be afraid. He has risen. Go and tell everyone.” The words were simple yet powerful. He has risen. Go and tell everyone. Wow.

Paul said it well. Declare with your mouth Jesus is Lord. Believe with your heart He was raised from the dead and salvation is yours. He wanted the people to put their heart where their words were. Believe and profess. The sacrifice was made for us.

Easter can be scary when we think of the level mankind stooped to end Jesus’ life. Taking in the cruelty of man is hard. But what an offering. What a gift. We earned God’s acceptance and forgiveness through that cruelty. It shouldn’t be hard for us to open our hearts and believe, then open our mouths and profess that Christ is Lord. He died, was buried, and was raised from the dead, overcoming that which Satan will never overcome.

On Easter morning, remember that Jesus rose with the morning sun and that His glory still shines above all else. Rejoice. Believe. Declare Him King of Kings and be saved.

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(Phote courtesy of Cindy Sproles. 


Find Rest

“If only I could have a little peace and quiet—a minute to hear myself think with no one calling my name or needing me to fulfill a request. Is it asking too much to have time to do what I want for a change?”

Ah! Rest. How nice that would be. Sound familiar? Despite my best efforts to plan and prioritize tasks, too often the unplanned and unprioritized tasks compete for my attention. During these times, the words of Jesus bring comfort to my weary soul. Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Jesus invites us to come and learn from Him. But we are only able to do so when we stop the merry-go-round of busyness and sit peacefully in His presence. Alone with the Lord, we are ready to listen and to learn.  

The Word of God always provides just what I need—especially in moments of mayhem. I learn best by reading the Bible. When I do, God’s glorious rest engulfs me like a warm blanket. I am reminded why Jesus wants my attention. He does not want to add another burden but to exchange mine for His. My burdens are too heavy, but His burdens are light, because He bears the full weight.

Ask God to help you slow down and refocus your attention on the One who gives sweet rest and carries your burdens. His rest will satisfy your soul and strengthen your hands to do what you need to do.

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Out of Sight

The problem was my right heel.

Dry skin had caused my skin to split. Each step hurt. Even putting on socks made me wince. The pain did not start overnight, but had gotten worse with time. I ignored the pain because I could not see the bottom of my foot. Out of sight, out of mind. But the longer I ignored it, the worse it became.

Sin is like that deep crack in my heel. Since I am blind to my own weaknesses, I mentally dismiss them. Everyone except me can see my flaws and sins clearly. God sees my heart too, and knows how sinful I am.

I once thought I was doing well. I went to church, didn’t steal or cheat, never used illegal drugs, never had premarital sex, and never drank alcohol. By my own standards, I was flawless.

Of course, I ignored all my other faults. Wasn’t it right to conceal those minor blemishes? No one can see them, I thought, so I marched along as if they weren’t there. The split got bigger and deeper all the time.

The day came when I could no longer ignore them. Just because I couldn’t see what was wrong did not mean I was not bringing pain to myself. The time had come to “examine my heel.” As soon as my wife did so, she researched online and went to work to take care of my foot. Thankfully, it did not take a physician to realize what the problem was. My heel began healing.

The Holy Spirit convicts us concerning sin and shows us the way out, so it’s important to regularly ask Him to examine us thoroughly as the psalmist did, showing us all our hurtful and harmful ways.

When you develop a crack in your soul, let someone take a closer look, especially God’s Spirit.

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Bobby's Prayer

In 1937, on a sick bed in Caswell County, North Carolina, a seven-year-old boy lay dying of pneumonia.

Ladies in the neighborhood relieved his exhausted mother by sitting at his bedside through the night and wiping his fevered brow. Their efforts did nothing to slow the gradual strangling as his lungs filled with fluid.

Dr. Simpson came to see the boy twice a day. One day, he gave the family the bad news. Although drifting in and out of consciousness, the little boy heard the news, understood his condition, and in his heart prayed, “Lord, please don’t let me die. It would hurt my mother too much.”

When he was conscious, the boy repeated his simple prayer. One day, in the upper left corner of his darkened room, a light appeared and then a voice: “Stop worrying. You are not going to die. Go back to sleep. You need the rest.” A deep peace came over the boy.

When the boy next awoke, Dr. Simpson was back, and daylight filled the room. The boy heard Dr. Simpson tell his parents, “I don’t want to give you false hope, but his vital signs are a little better.”

Again the boy slept, and again he awoke to Dr. Simpson checking him. Late afternoon light filled the room. The doctor said to the mother, “I think we may be turning the corner.” The boy’s mother left the room so no one would see her tears.

As Dr. Simpson turned to pull the boy’s covers up, the boy touched his arm and said, “I’ll not die.”

Dr. Simpson bent low and said, “No, Bobby, you’re not going to die.”

The doctor started to rise, but Bobby wasn’t finished. “Last night, I prayed, ‘Lord, don’t let me die.’ And God said, ‘You are not going to die.’”

The boy’s strength vanished, and he collapsed back into his pillow. Dr. Simpson leaned closely. “Bobby, you keep talking to God. He is a better doctor than I am.”

Bobby did, and through his recovery from pneumonia and multiple surgeries as a teenager to recover from the devastating effects of polio, he kept talking to God. And God kept answering. I know, because Bobby is my father, Robert Eudean Spencer  And on Tuesday,  March 26th, he celebrated his 89th birthday.

God listens. Put your cares before Him, and listen for His answer.

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Praying for Eyes to See

Some things God wants us to see are often overlooked and missed.

We once invited a married couple we’ve known for several years to church. We were concerned for the spiritual growth of the wife and had prayed many times for her strength in the Lord. At the end of the service, the unexpected and incredible happened. The husband responded to a call to invite Jesus into his heart.

The man broke down with tears in his eyes, raised his hand high, and invited Jesus into his heart. My wife and I were astonished. We were so focused on helping the wife that we had missed the one with the greatest need.

The book of Acts paints a picture of a similar situation. Peter and John were on their way to pray in the temple when they passed a paralyzed man sitting at the gate and begging for money. He lay there daily and had been passed by not one time but many times by believers. Apparently, no one said anything to him until Peter and John gave him the invitation of a lifetime.

God works in mysterious ways, and He wants to use us to tell the story. Often, we look for the right situation before we step out and share our faith. We seek God’s will but walk right by situations where He needs us to intervene. Once my wife Gail could not find her cell phone, and she was holding it in her hand.

Maybe you’ve passed by a similar situation as Peter and John. Perhaps you weren’t walking into a temple to pray, but the idea is the same. If we’re too busy and inwardly focused, we can miss those who need us the most.

Ask God to give you the eyes to see the opportunities He lays before you.

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Decisions, Decisions

Decisions stink. Well, some do.

Deciding to have chocolate fudge brownie ice cream over an ice cream sandwich isn’t so bad. It’s more a win-win decision, but those decisions that tax us with restless nights, worry, and fear “ain’t so much fun.”

I’ve struggled with a decision for two years, truly not knowing if God was trying to move me or if I simply struggled with fear. Fear is my weakest link. I like having a plan in place, knowing that if plan A fails, I still have plan B, and if I get a little obsessed . . . plan C.

At times my first plan has failed, but I moved seamlessly into the next with little to no worry. Still there are those pesky decisions that eat away at us. The ones we struggle to give over to the great Decision Maker. We think we’re so smart, hanging on, fretting, worrying over what God sometimes looks at as . . . minute. This doesn’t lessen the extremity of the decision we must make. God gets that, but to Him it boils down to trust.

Paul knew through the Spirit there was no need for us to worry or fret. He worked tirelessly to help people understand this newfound Christian life through Christ Jesus. He confirmed that God loves His people and when those people allow Him, He works magnificent things both spiritually and physically. Paul wanted them to understand this amazing love of God. A God who could and would work to the good when we love and trust Him.

That’s the hard part–trusting Him. We’re such an impatient people, demanding results now when in truth the growth in trust is valuable. The success in waiting is so much better than an impulsive resolution. We know in all things God works for the good. He calls us according to His will and ultimate plan with the promise to care for us, not harm us. BUT, we must trust in His timing. In His plan. In His will.

I’m a worrier. Sometimes releasing my grip on the decision is worse than the decision itself, but God has yet to let me down. Oh, He’s allowed me to walk through muck at times in order to strengthen and build me, but He has never let me down.

Loosen your grip on the decisions and let God work.

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Second Time Around

One of my relatives loves amusement park rides—the more extreme the better.

A merry-go-round and Ferris wheel provide all the excitement I need. Eventually, he talked me into getting onto a roller coaster he said was “not that bad.” Right!

He laughed as I questioned our sanity and offered to hold my hand. Clutching the security bar before me in a death grip, I replied in no uncertain terms, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

For each of my concerns, he had a ready answer. However, once the ride started, all my fears became reality. As we plunged and whirled, I promised God once I escaped I would never get on that thing again. And I have not.

That experience reminds me God offers second chances. When we suffer from poor choices, God waits for us to leave our senseless path and return to Him.

Like the father of the lost son, God’s arms open wide, ready to forgive. We’re unworthy, yet God waits to shower us with the finest and host a celebration on our behalf. When we return in confession and repentance, a feast of forgiveness and acceptance awaits.

Throughout the Bible—Israel’s deliverance from Egyptian bondage, the return of the Babylonian exiles, and countless others examples—God offers hope. God’s followers return home and rebuild their lives. We can too. However, we make the choice.

God loves us and wants the best for us. We can continue pointless spinning that takes us nowhere, or we can abandon all that for the greatest do-over we’ve ever known. 

Let God do a do-over in your life.

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Friend of God

As we sang “I Am a Friend of God,” the look on her face was obvious. She wasn’t buying it. When we got to the part “He calls me friend,” she sat and crossed her arms tightly across her chest.

After church, the woman cornered me. “I don’t believe that!” she huffed.

“Believe what?” I asked, knowing full well where the conversation was headed.

“God does not want to be my friend. I’m not even sure He knows who I am.” Her words came out harsh, but the tears pooled in her eyes gave away the longing in her heart.

The Bible tells us God no longer calls us servants, but friends. Some might ask, “How can that be?” The mighty One. The sovereign Lord. Alpha and Omega. The Great I Am. King of kings and Lord of lords who reigns in majesty on high.

And yet He chooses to make His home in our hearts. To be with us 24/7. To love us, heal us, redeem us, guide us, deliver us, bless us … and to call us friend.

It’s a dichotomy. A paradox. It’s unexplainable and beyond human comprehension. But God loves each one of us so much that He numbers the hairs on our head and engraves our name on the palm of His hand. He longs for us to take His hand and walk with Him throughout our day because He treasures our time together.

In Jesus Calling, Sarah Young writes:

I AM the Creator of heaven and earth. Lord of all that is and all that will ever be. Although I AM unimaginably vast, I choose to dwell within you, permeating you with My presence. Only in the spirit realm could Someone so infinitely great live within someone so very small. Be awed by the Power and the Glory of my Spirit within you.

Worship the Lord and reverence His name, for He is high and lifted up and worthy to be praised. But don’t forget that He is as near as your breath. He is an up-close-and-personal God who desires an intimate relationship with each of His children.

God wants to hang out with you because He calls you friend. Will you let Him?

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“SNEEZE!” “Sneeze-SNEEZE!!”

Out of the blue, my spring allergies reached out and smacked me upside the head. They came early, but I supposed the warm and wet winter we had had in Middle Tennessee caused them. All the symptoms suddenly appeared: incessant sneezing, clogged sinuses, itchy red eyes. These symptoms probably came from the grass pollen I’m particularly sensitive to, as well as cedars, which are prolific here. The old maps label the area I live in as “Cedar Forest.” Oh, happy day.

I’m also allergic to the cats that live with us. I usually keep those allergies under control, but when my system goes into overdrive because of other pollen, the cat allergies become a problem as well. Just getting close to one can cause more sneezing and even rashes. I’ve learned that with the first sneeze of spring to start a vigorous hourly hand-washing routine, as well as a frequent uses of hand sanitizer. This helps keep the cat’s contribution to my misery at a manageable level.

Two days after my allergies hit, our grandson Caleb came home from school with the flu. I knew I had the Asheville Christian Writers Conference coming up in a few days. And here Caleb had probably been spreading lovely influenza viruses around the house for at least 24 to 48 hours.

That’s when it hit me. For the day or so Caleb had been contagious before his symptoms hit, God had actually protected me through my allergies. While I had fussed and moaned about the clogged sinuses and constant hand washing, those things kept me safe from the influenza virus Caleb unknowingly spread all over the house. What I had cursed, my loving Father used for good. 

In the process of protecting me, my Father had also reminded me of yet another lesson I have been slow to learn. He is always with me, always loves me, and always works for my good—even in those things and in those times when I forget to look for Him. 

Always seek God. He is eternally there—even when you're sneezing.

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Tea Pot, Not a Barrel

I saw two kids playing. They seemed to get along well until …

When snack time came, sharing became a problem. One child had a biscuit in one hand and a cookie in the other. She was supposed to pass the biscuit to her friend but wanted both for herself. Her friend looked on almost in tears, yet that didn’t change anything.

The first child then asked for some juice, but her mum refused. She wanted to teach her daughter to share. She could only have the juice if she passed along the biscuit and had an empty hand to receive the juice.

We’re often like the kid who wouldn’t share. We gather for ourselves. We receive from the Lord—who generously gives us many opportunities and resources—but we forget that He gives so we can share with others.

I often say God didn’t make us barrels to hold the things He gives us. He made us large teapots to pour out and fill others as He keeps refilling us.

In the parable of the talents, Jesus taught that it isn’t about what we are given or how much we receive. It’s about what we do with what we have.

If we keep everything to ourselves and do nothing with it, we misuse our resources. It is interesting to find a link between the lack of investment or multiplication of resources and their misuse. The greatest use of the resources and opportunities the Lord gives us is to invest them in other’s lives. That kind of investment multiplies and lasts. We only receive more of what we use, not what we keep.

Many people do not have the resources or the opportunities to turn certain resources into great life achievements. But they do have hands to accept what we give them. We must simply be willing to give.

Decide that you will be a teapot by helping others have a nourishing and fulfilling life.

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No Distractions

The day started out normally. The kind of day where I might have spent all day preparing to complete a project. Everything was going as planned, but suddenly all of the plans were derailed by an obstacle. I became frustrated, but then stopped and realized things could be worst.

If we can remember what God has already done, He will give us strength to press through, regardless of life’s challenges. Many times when navigating through life, our personal testimony gives us encouragement.

So do stories like that of Nehemiah. He had a heart to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem and did not allow opposition to make him give up. During every step of progress, his adversaries tried to hinder his work, but he remained dedicated. At times, they were blatantly dishonest, trying to prevent Nehemiah from finishing what he started, but through much prayer, tenacity, and hard work, he completed the task.

Like Nehemiah, we have to remain focused on seeing our dreams come to pass. Whenever life becomes a little hectic and we are bombarded with things that attempt to distract us, we can always find inspiration in the Word of God. And when we know God is with us—even when we have to stop and regroup—we can press forward to fulfill His purpose for our lives.

Don’t allow distractions to keep you from trusting God to complete what He has started in your life.

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Learn to be Still

Be still and know that I am God.

“That sounds great, Lord, but You have no idea how busy I am today.”

Be still.

“I would love to spend time with You this morning, but my day is full. I have a doctor’s appointment, errands to run, a house to clean, and three baskets of laundry. Company is coming tomorrow. I can’t slow down or I’ll never make it. My to-do list is out of control.”

The truth I’ve learned is that I’ll never make it if I don’t slow down. When so many things vie for my attention, it’s crucial for me to stop and be still in God’s presence.

Being still is a learned discipline, especially for those of us who are workaholics and multi-taskers. It’s essential for the well-being of our soul. It refreshes us, revitalizes our mind and thoughts, and gives us a different perspective—a godly perspective. Being still helps us sort out what is important from what is not. It keeps our brain from getting stuck like a car in the mud—spinning and going nowhere.

Romans 12:1 (NKJV) tells us to present our bodies as a living sacrifice. But how do we practically do that? The Message explains it this way: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. 

God wants to be involved in every moment of our life. He cares about everything that concerns us and promises to be right there with us, giving us the strength, wisdom, and time we need to accomplish every task.

If you’re rushing around trying to keep up with all the demands on you, maybe it’s time to stop and be still.

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Waiting in Peace

We got the news last summer.

Because of overcrowding at the county’s brand spanking new high school, officials “re-assigned” our little section of the county to the much older Central High School. 

Our concern was for our 14-year-old grandson, Caleb, whom my wife Charlotte and I have raised since he was two. He will start high school next year, and we hoped he would attend the new school. Issues have plagued the older Central High over the years—the usual problems with urban high schools. We didn’t want Caleb to have any part of those.

Caleb is an A student, but his current school has its share of problems as well. Three principals in four years and severe budget restraints. Brand new teachers resigned on their first day. In one class, Caleb has had three different teachers this year alone. The school has a policy of no homework. All of this frustrates us because none of this prepares Caleb for high school or college.

We placed the situation before the Lord, asking for direction. Should we look at a private school? We couldn’t afford this, but we knew if that were God’s will, He would provide the means. That didn’t seem to be the direction we should go, so we continued to pray and worry and wait for an answer. 

Three weeks later, the answer came. As an honor student, Caleb had been invited to apply for Central High School’s “Collegiate Academy.” The older Central has the only public school pre-college honors program in the state of Tennessee. As a school-within-a-school, the selected students stay together for four years and support each other while preparing for college. We had no idea such a program existed, but this was perfect for Caleb. Of course, the Lord knew, and He arranged events so Caleb could attend.

I realize now I could have saved myself a ton of worrying if I had trusted and waited on the Lord. Just another reminder that as I grow in the Lord, I need to ACT on the Word, not just READ it. I need to learn to trust in the Lord and rest in His peace.

Let God teach you how to wait in peace on Him.

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Wake Up

I like to sleep when I am having a bad day and when everything seems to be falling out of place.

Yet I wake up to face the situation. Sleeping doesn’t solve the problem. The struggles and challenges in life go beyond a bad day. Sometimes we feel as if we are in the middle of a storm. Weathering life’s storm requires action, which means sleeping amid the storm is not an option.

The sailors woke Jonah (Jonah 1:6), and the disciples woke Jesus (Luke 8:24). Sleeping is viewed as not acting or taking proper action. Jonah was awakened to find a solution to the problem, and Jesus was called to save the day.

When going through a situation which may seem difficult, the last thing we need to do is sleep. The situation may be bad, but we need to wake up and act.

Taking action requires doing a number of things such as seeking God’s help, as in Jonah’s case. We ask God for strength, wisdom, and guidance to deal with the situation.

Taking action entails identifying who we are in Christ and what God expects of us.  

Taking action also means living out the power of God in each situation by acknowledging the authority of God.

Giving up, living in fear, or ignoring the situation is not the way to handle the issue. Salvation comes by calling on God, as well as speaking, meditating, and living out His word.

Don’t give up; wake up.

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God’s Peace in Tight Places

“You’ll be in the MRI machine for about forty-five minutes,” the technician told me. “What kind of music would you like in the headphones?”

“Gospel,” I said.

I’m not claustrophobic, but the thought of being in a narrow tube for nearly an hour, along with the health concern that prompted the test, troubled me.

MRI exams are extremely noisy as the machine takes images. The clatter added to the stress of an already difficult situation. But in the midst of it—and through the headphones the technician gave me—God assured me He was with me and would bless me.  

As I listened to the music, I was amazed to hear two songs that quoted the Scriptures I’d prayed that morning: He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world (1 John 4:4b), and No weapon formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue which rises against you in judgment you shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is from Me, says the Lord (Isaiah 54:17).

Tears sprang to my eyes as I rejoiced in that tight place and experienced a new level of God’s peace.

Gideon found himself in a tight place as he threshed wheat in a winepress to hide from the enemies of his people. It was a fearful time, but God sent His angel to tell Gideon He was with him. When Gideon realized he’d seen an angel, he was even more frightened. God assured him, Peace be with you; do not fear, you shall not die.

Despite Gideon’s shortcomings, the Lord blessed him and used him to lead a vastly outnumbered group of warriors to victory, to guide his people for forty years of peace, and to live to a good old age.

We all get in tight places. Maybe it’s a relationship that seems hopeless, a health matter that’s weighing you down, or a financial crisis. God’s peace can come as you read your Bible, hear a sermon, speak with a friend, or even listen to a song.

When you are in a tight place, anticipate that God will strengthen your faith and empower you to receive the victory that’s yours as His child.

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Don't Make Me Ask for Forgiveness

My daughter hit a little boy and refused to ask him to forgive her.

The incident happened while I was volunteering at my daughter’s school. Her teacher informed me, and I went to the classroom to talk to my daughter.

“Did you hit the little boy?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. But when I told her to ask the little boy to forgive her, she hung her head and said, “No.”

Talking to my daughter, I realized she knew she had done wrong. However, she did not want to ask for forgiveness because of the guilt and shame that came with it. Then I realized how I, too, have wanted to run from feelings of guilt and shame of my sins by ignoring them.

In confession, we find freedom, as John notes. It is not in knowing we sin but in confessing our sins. I told my daughter how Jesus Christ came and took her punishment on the cross, but the only way He could take her punishment was for her to say, “Forgive me.” By acknowledging her guilt with that request, Jesus’s death on the cross would be her punishment. Otherwise, she would have to take the punishment for her actions.

She quickly walked over to the little boy with tears coming down her face and said, “Forgive me for hitting you.” The little boy said, “Okay” and asked her to play.

You may want to forget about your sin because you hate the guilt and the shame you feel, but the only way you can be free of your sin is to confess it. When we come to God, He stands with His arms opened wide, ready to forgive and to cleanse us from all our sins. But we must come and admit our sin by accepting Jesus’ payment. By His blood, we are cleansed from all unrighteousness.

The next time you know you have sinned, run to Jesus and ask Him to forgive you.

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Little Lotte's Christmas

Little five-year-old Lotte had to pee.

Unfortunately, Lotte was locked in the Spielzimmer—the playroom—with the other children her age. She jiggled the locked door handle. Her red curls bounced as she jumped and tried to peer out the window. She called, but no one came.

Nestled under the Alps in the heart of Bavaria, the imposing four-story Catholic orphanage in Augsburg, Germany, was a large place. In the years after World War II, there were far more orphans than Nuns to shepherd them. Sometime they resorted to the only option they had: locking the children in a room.

The number one no-no was to wet her pants. Sweet little Lotte did the only thing she could. She broke a windowpane out of the door, stood on her tiptoes, unlocked the deadbolt, and raced to the bathroom. But as she crept back from the bathroom, a nun waited, hickory switch in hand.

Because it was almost St. Nicholas Day, Lotte quickly forgot about her punishment. In Bavaria, St. Nicholas comes on December 6th. For the children of the orphanage, it was the only time they received candy and toys.

December 6th dawned, and Lotte was thrilled. She could almost taste the candy. She also hoped St Nicholas would bring her a new doll. The children gathered, and the nuns passed out the gifts. When it was Lotte’s turn, she took her gift and eagerly tore open the paper ... and stared in shock. St. Nicholas had left her the hickory switch, along with a single piece of candy tied to it.

Tears welled in Lotte’s eyes. The other children squealed with glee with their candy and toys, but Lotte’s heart broke. Unable to control her weeping, she stumbled back to her bed and cried herself to sleep.

Not the happy, feel-good ending you expected? Does your heart ache for sweet little Lotte? How does our heavenly Father, who loved us so much that He let His only Son pay for our sins, feel when our sins entangle us and bring about our punishment?

For sweet little Lotte, it was a separation from the joys of Christmas, and a valuable lesson learned. For us, without accepting the loving sacrifice of Jesus, it can mean eternal separation from the love of God.

Eventually, little Lotte left the orphanage in Bavaria and came to the United States. She began to use her full first name: Charlotte. Every year, she embraces Christmas with all her heart, having known what it was like to miss it. And oh yes, she eventually married me. 

Merry Christmas, Charlotte, and Merry Christmas to all of you, too!.

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The Glory of Humility

Born in a manger doesn’t sound like a befitting story about a king.

In 1865, an Episcopal priest named Phillips Brooks visited the site of Jesus’ birth in Bethlehem. He was so moved by his experience that he penned the words to our beloved Christmas carol, “O Little Town of Bethlehem.”

When we think of rulers and kingdoms, we imagine stately mansions, crown jewels, bodyguards, and lots of fanfare.

When Isaiah’s contemporaries heard the words “the glory of the Lord shall be revealed,” I imagine they pictured the same. They looked for the spectacular. So did all the religious leaders up to the birth of Christ.

But the Savior of the world, the Messiah, came with no fanfare and no parade. No crowd to cheer Him on. Not even a clean, sterile place to lay His head.

The King of all kings came in the glory of humility. Jesus Christ, the Lord of all Lords, left His throne in heaven and came to us as a baby, born in an obscure village stable with no one to welcome Him except a band of weary shepherds, not royalty or nobility.

Jesus laid aside His deity for humanity and His power for humility. Born of a virgin and raised by two ordinary, God-fearing people, He lived a life without sin and yet experienced all the hurts and temptations He knew you and I would go through today. He came for the nobodies so we could become somebodies. His entrance into this world did not make the headlines, but it spread throughout the earth as lives were changed.

Jesus’ birth was humble, but His return will be glorious. Are you ready?

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Messy Christmas!

A bundle of energy, Heather determined to make Christmas merry for everyone.

Newly-married Heather made her Christmas project plan in early October. It included guest lists, gift lists, travel itineraries, seating charts, menus, concert schedules, church programs, and photo session appointments.

“Calm down, hon,” her husband, Paul, urged her at least twice a day.

“I’ve got this, babe,” she replied, scanning her project plan and proudly checking off another accomplishment.

Three days before Christmas, Heather’s plan began to unravel. Paul fell while shoveling snow and broke his arm. Two expensive gifts she’d ordered online arrived damaged. Their best friends from college had to take care of a broken water heater and wouldn’t arrive until December 26. Finally, the stress of the previous two months crashed down on Heather, and she was forced to bed with a debilitating migraine.

Often, like Heather, we try to plan the perfect Christmas celebration. But try as we might, those plans never seem to pan out. And maybe that’s the point.

The first Christmas was messy–not merry–from a human perspective. Among the highlights: burdensome government demands, exhausting travel on rough roads, sold-out lodging, shared space with smelly, dirty animals, and a visit from smelly, dirty shepherds. That’s a far cry from the pristine, serene scenes we see on Christmas cards.

Maybe God is showing us a few things through the self-inflicted stress and unexpected mishaps of the Christmas season:

  • He’s in control; we’re not.
  • This life is and will always be messy until He makes all things new.
  • Despite the messiness, we experience love, blessings, joy, and purpose.
  • Christmas is not about the trappings or traditions, but about Christ.
  • We all desperately need Jesus and His promise to give us rest for our souls.

If your celebrations this Christmas season include a little messiness here and there, relax. You’re in good company.

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Viewing God in Triplicate

Drive to the summit on the Veteran’s Memorial Highway, built and dedicated in 1969 in honor of America’s War Veterans. Along this very enjoyable 5.5 mile drive up, stop at three breathtaking scenic overlooks, read the travel brochure.

On a warm August afternoon, my wife and I looked forward to the opportunity to view the sites mentioned from the three overlooks. As promised, each provided a more exhilarating view than the previous.

Gazing on the horizon, I could not help but think of the Creator who made it possible. While many people are confused by the Trinity, God revealed Himself as three persons, and all of these were present at creation.

But each scenic overlook promised something more, just as we learn more about God through examining each of the three persons. In the Old Testament, we discover God the Father, the all-powerful One who looks after and provides for His people.

The second view is the incarnation of Jesus, the Son of God. This beautiful picture shows God’s mercy and grace toward us. Jesus not only was perfect in every way, but He also willingly died for us because we lack the perfection the Father expects. Because of how He showed God to us in the flesh, it should take our worship up a notch.

The third view is the Holy Spirit who is manifested in the lives of God’s children. He is sent by the Father and the Son into the lives of believers. When we are tempted to think it couldn’t get better, we discover the Holy Spirit shows us our future—being one with God for all eternity by the witness of the Holy Spirit within us.

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—one with each other, and showing us three different aspects of God. Each amplifies the other, just like the three views of Lake George.

Let these views of God lead you to worship Him.

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Success, Not Excess

Success. We strive for it, rise before dawn to work on it, and work long hours to attain a certain level of achievement.

Sadly, once we’ve arrived, we are never really satisfied, so we search for the next ladder to scale, hoping it will culminate with a sense of fulfillment.

Interestingly, the success Scripture speaks of has nothing to do with achievements, having an expensive home, or earning a six-figure income. Instead, God places a high premium on retaining His Word. He sets an even higher value on obeying it. These two principles should go hand in hand.

Retaining God’s Word isn’t enough because we may become puffed up with knowledge. The Pharisees and Sadducees were masters of pontification, yet their hearts were far from God (Matthew 15:8). God expects us to do something with what we know. His truth should be lived out, not just discussed. When we purpose to be doers and not merely hearers of God’s Word, God will not withhold His blessings.

Too often, we correlate material possessions with blessings. Yet it isn’t what we possess in the natural realm that defines success—that is only excess. Real success and blessings come with spiritual maturity.

Scripture shows God blessing His people (Psalm 1:1-3, James 1:21-25). God wants us to understand His blessings trump worldly wealth or the accolades of others. The dividends of our spiritual growth far outweigh all the riches of this world.

God desires to prosper you spiritually. Be faithful in doing His will so He can. Remember, the true measure of success in God’s estimation is all that matters.

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Sea Lane

On a cool spring day, I stood on a lonely stretch of North Carolina beach.

The Atlantic rolled her breakers onto the shore behind us in a gentle rhythm. Susan and I, and my wife Charlotte, stood a few hundred feet east of Oak Island's Ocean Crest Pier, looking inland at something that was no longer there.

A family member once lived at that spot on the beach. Susan and I had spent many of our childhood Thanksgivings there. That "member of the family" was a quaint, 50's-era, flat-roofed beach cottage named "Sea Lane" that my Granddaddy Lane had built. It had a unique and unforgettable personality our family loved. But it was gone now. As with all things built on sand, the inevitable will happen. As we stood on the beach, the only thing left for Susan and I were the memories.

Every Thanksgiving our family gathered at the beach to help close our grandparent's beach house for the season. Repairs were made, windows boarded, refrigerator and freezer emptied, water pipes drained—everything necessary to preserve an oceanfront house until spring.

There were trips in Granddaddy's Jeep around the island to gather the translucent red Yaupon berries and the huge Carolina Longleaf Pine cones Grandmother Lane used in her award-winning Christmas decorations.

We kids played on that cold November beach while our mothers scurried around fixing the usual wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. Food cooked at the beach always had its own unique flavor.

Sea Lane survived Hazel and Hugo and all the big-named storms that lashed that portion of the coast over the years. But as anyone who has ever built sand castles on the beach knows, the ocean always wins. A succession of lesser storms in the early '90s with names like Bob, Earl, Grace, Danielle, and Emily eventually eroded the beach from under the foundation of the cottage. She was gone.

All of the earth is the Lord's; we just get to use it for a time while we're here. Susan and I stood on the sand and remembered the beach God had let us use. I'm so thankful for those memories. Thank you Lord, for the times we had there. Thank you, too, for the family and friends I was blessed enough to have and share those beach days with.

I love you all, dearly. And thank you, readers, for letting me share my memories and stories with you. May your Thanksgiving be filled with joyful memories and gratefulness to a Father who loves us enough to share His creation.

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Junkyard Treasure

He walked through the junkyard, looking for something he treasured—and he found it. The first car his dad had given him.   

He ran to the junkyard owner and asked, “Is that car for sale?” 

“Why do you want that thing?” the owner asked. “It’s a mess—rusty, falling apart, not able to do what it was made for. It has been in a few crashes and isn’t worth fixing.”

“I don’t care. How much?”

The owner rubbed his chin and, with an evil eye, quoted an outrageous price.

“I’ll take it,” the man said and paid the price.

The man took the car home, planning to restore it to its original glory. He put it on cinder blocks. The engine started, but with grinding and sputtering. He cleaned and restored the most vital sections of the engine, put new tires on the car, and took it for a spin around the neighborhood. The neighbors saw a dilapidated car with dents, rust, broken glass, and a trashed interior, but the man knew someday it would be the boast of the town.

His mechanic friends joined him on his new project. Some restored the interior with new seats, upholstery, and mats. They installed new windows and a new steering wheel. Then another group of friends came to do the body work. They scraped, sanded, and pounded out dents. They refitted parts, painted, and polished until the car was a work of art.

At each stage of the restoration, the man drove the car around the neighborhood to show it off.  Eventually, the neighbors looked forward to his drive, and they cheered when he took it out on the first road trip.

Sometimes, we end up in a junkyard—battered and in disrepair, Jesus is the Man looking for us because His Father gave us to Him. When He takes us into His garage, He puts us on cinder blocks for a period of time. His friends—teachers, pastors, doctors, friends—join Him in working on us. They work on how we think and behave. Interior restorers work on our emotions, choices, and relationships. Body workers address our health and appearance.

As the psalmist said, the Lord will not leave us in a junkyard when we call out to Him. Let God—and those who help Him—restore you. 

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Suffering for a Purpose

My wife and I struggled early and often in our ministry, living off of one income as I tried to get my foot into the door of my calling.

We stepped out of our comfort zone many times. Such as when my wife and I—along with our two-year old daughter and newborn son—lived with my wife’s parents while we tried to find God’s path. A hurricane forced us out of that living situation into a hotel hours away. No jobs, no direction, and three hundred dollars to our name.

I tried to make my own way, trying with everything I had to make something happen, but I was not in control of my life. God placed us in the situation to get me to surrender to His will for our lives.

Jonah was in a similar situation. He tried to escape His destiny. He ran from God until he had to surrender to God because of his circumstances. When Jonah surrendered to the Lord in that desperate moment, the Lord had a big fish ready to take him to the place God called him to go.

We all experience seasons of hardships. Through these experiences, we can let God craft a deeper understanding of Him in our lives, or we can drift from the source of our comfort. The comfort we seek is not in the world, but in the Lord, who lives inside of us.

We saw the Lord open doors and slowly develop our path to His will. Your suffering is for a divine purpose. The Lord wants you to surrender your will in exchange for His. He will reveal His glory in your life when you surrender to Him.

Allow God to position you for greatness.

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Look Out!

Ever had a staring contest?

Only a wrought-iron fence separated me from the one who stared. I was in the pool, and he just stood there staring at me. I couldn’t be sure but guessed he wished he was inside the pool area with me. So I looked back at him. After five minutes, the young deer slinked back into the wooded area which surrounded the pool on two sides.

God wants us to stare at Him. When God tells us to look to Him, He sets no time limit. He never tires of my gaze as I seek for Him to show me mercy. He never criticizes me for continuing to look at (and to) Him. His desire is that I would look to Him continuously. He especially wants me to acknowledge Him as my master.

We are to look at God as a child looks at his parent when he wants something from the checkout lane. God wants us to look at Him rather than ourselves and our own resources. This is especially true when He calls us to do something for Him that is outside of our comfort zone. Looking at Him puts things in the right perspective.

The author of Hebrews said we should look to the Author and Perfecter of our faith (Hebrews 12:2). God desires us to turn our gaze (and thoughts) to Him all day long.

Focus your gaze on God. You might find that once you start looking at Him, you can’t stop.

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“Uh oh,” I thought. “Houston, we have a problem.”

I put the key in the ignition and turned it. The same action I had done at least a thousand times over the past eight years. But this time was different. Instead of the expected, comforting sound of the engine starting, the dashboard lit up with seldom seen or noticed icons. Various alarms buzzed and beeped.

I did what we always do: turned the key again while silently pleading for a different result. The icons and alarms resumed their sound and light show. The engine did nothing.

This was more than just an inconvenience. My lovely wife Charlotte and I were 3,500 feet up a mountain having just ended our annual Oktoberfest vacation. We were in the northern Georgia mountains at the Alpine village of Helen, Georgia, where the strong expatriate German community who lives there puts on one of the best and closest-to-authentic Oktoberfests in the country. It is an annual way for the town to touch base with her heritage. 

But now we were at our rental cabin—our Ford Escape packed from the front seats to the back glass, half a mile up on top of a mountain, six hours from home, and with a dead car. Worry and panic nibbled around the edges of my mind. But then I glanced at the dashboard where I had placed my Bible. Peace flooded back in.

Taking Charlotte’s hand, we prayed. Suddenly, Charlotte remembered we had a roadside assistance program through Verizon. We had never used it, but we had it. Charlotte dug out the phone number we needed, and thirty minutes later a truck pulled up at the cabin. All we had was a dead battery—a product of the frigid temperature the night before and an hour of open doors loading the car.

Within five minutes, we were on our way, with a quick stop at the first auto store we passed for a new battery and with another pause for a quick prayer of thanks and gratefulness. By sunset, we were home.

In times of trial and worry, it is easy for me to let Satan’s lying voice creep into prominence. Fortunately, if I will only remember, I have my Father’s word and loving promises to keep me focused. 

Don’t let the trials of life send you into a panic. 

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Admitting Weaknesses

The greatest frustration I have is my desire to be right, even when I’m clearly wrong.

I am a young pastor. The greatest tool I have in ministry is the ability to see my weaknesses and let God show me where I need His guidance. I stand before people weekly, teaching God’s Word. I see the spiritual development in people that surpasses my own influence. I try to influence people for a predetermined outcome, but I often turn off my ability to be used by God when I attempt to influence a situation I have no power to change.

Marriages are strained when one person tries to turn their spouse into a reflection they have predetermined as acceptable. We are taught in higher learning that there is a path for success, but paths lead to many destinations. We have no control over when we arrive at this predetermined place. Control is only an illusion of human pride.

The key to success in God’s kingdom is different than temporary success in the world. When we admit weakness, we open an avenue for the Lord to lead us to our specific place of victory. God has a detailed plan that covers every detail and every moment of our lives—a plan that spans from our first breath to our last.

When we admit weakness in judgement and decision making, it gives us strength in the Lord. When we don’t, we struggle with a problem we were never meant to handle. God created us for rest and peace in Him.

When you are weak, the Lord’s strength is seen in your life. Be strong in the Lord and weak in yourself.

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Balm for the Soul

I was worn out—physically and spiritually.

Days earlier I’d told my ministry partner, “I feel like I’m in a desert. I can see an oasis within arm’s reach, but it’s like someone nailed one foot deep into the sand and all I can do is walk in circles.”

Just like everyone else, I juggled multiple tasks: women’s ministry, travel, teaching, writing, caring for my family. All the “stuff” of the world had me staked down into the sand and walking in circles. Very tiring circles.

I was exactly where the world wanted me . . . in Christian overload. It happens to many of us involved in church. The 80% of the work is done by 20% of the people. I loved the work I did, especially at church. It was a joy to do my part to grow the kingdom.

So when my hair literally began to fall out, my blood pressure rose, and I found myself pacing the floor at all hours of the night, something had to go. After a visit to the doctor and a few blood tests that proved normal, the doctor gave me a sheet of paper filled with squares.

“I want you to write down everything you do.”

I smiled and asked how long I had to complete the task. He didn’t laugh, but gave me 24 hours.

I filled out the paper and quickly found myself carrying tasks over to a new sheet. It only took one page to realize how much busy work I was doing. Busy work that wasn’t productive to the kingdom. The busyness drained me physically and spiritually.

The writer of the psalm hit the nail on the head. Rest is found in God. We simply need to learn to find our solace there. When we become fully dependent on Him, rest is not far behind. Not just our physical rest, but a balm for our soul.

I released much of my busyness to become healthier. It was hard, but what made it successful was grasping hold of my Father in heaven so He could pare down and refine my work. When I made real space for the relationship with Christ, the “rest” came. The world calls us to overdo, but the palmist teaches us to find rest in the Lord.

Truly, our rest is found in Christ. Reach out to Him and take hold.

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Just One Thing

I have been met with a smirky little smile several times when I have quoted, “Without Me you can do nothing.”

Sitting in my office one day, interviewing a couple a pastor had referred, I made a wrong assumption. Since they were Christians, I thought we must be on the same page about our need for Jesus’ strength if we were going to accomplish good things. The couple had a broken relationship that lacked warmth and friendship. The husband was an “I don’t need anyone” type of guy. This attitude left the wife feeling unneeded, and their problems spiraled from that lack of being needed.

The husband had written a book and was having it published in the near future. I was happy for him and mentioned the Lord’s gracious help. He didn’t want to hear about Jesus. He felt he had done the good things of life by himself and was as proud as a peacock. Thus, his smirky smile.

The husband didn’t realize the truth of what Jesus said about vines, branches, and fruit. He didn’t realize that without Jesus, God’s children can bear no lasting kingdom fruit. I don’t think he cared. All a peacock wants is to spread his tail and strut.

JUST ONE THING: Billy Graham said many times that the greatest pleasure he had during his long and blessed life was his daily sweet and restful personal relationship with Jesus. Jesus was everything to him.

JUST ONE THING BLESSINGS BRING: Facing each new day with the guarantee of a productive day lying ahead is a treasure. What would the world give to have a guarantee that each new day would be successful? Many would give all they own, but often they don’t desire to possess a humble attitude before God. A branch that rests in union with its vine is productive.

Keep things simple. Remember, just one thing is all you need: abiding in Christ. You are guaranteed to produce kingdom fruit.

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Hurricane Season

August 28th. That’s when she first came to the attention of those guys down in Miami who work for the National Hurricane Center. As they peered over their meteorological charts for West Africa, they spotted an elongated trough of low pressure called a “tropical wave.” 

The year for hurricanes had been quiet so far. Not every friendly little tropical wave gets to grow up to be a hurricane. Lots of factors will influence that low pressure. Wind shear, cool currents, and long dry plumes of dust off the Sahara can keep a hurricane just a bad thunderstorm.

However, our little buddy had none of these factors impeding it, and it popped off the continent of Africa and crouched over the Cape Verde Islands in the far eastern Atlantic. Here, the men at the NHC gave it a name: Tropical Depression Six. Behind the scenes here in the states, they began passing the word: “Watch this one.”

It didn’t take long for Tropical Depression Six to become Hurricane Florence—or for Hurricane Florence’s eventual landfall to be the immediate topic of conversation, primarily if you lived in the ever-narrowing-cone between Norfolk, Virginia, and Charleston, South Carolina. As Flo swirled her skirts up to a Category 4, evacuations commenced in the expected impact zone. 

Included in these were mandatory evacuations were my younger brother David, and his wife, Linda. They joined the line of refugees heading west, finally stopping in Raleigh. On September 10th, Flo was a roaring Category 4 with one-minute sustained winds of 140 mph and taking aim at southeastern North Carolina. 

Then, something remarkable happened. A small prayer came across my desk via the Internet that utilized Jesus words to the storm on the Sea of Galilee: “Silence!” “Be Still!” I sent that prayer to my brother and his church. Posting it online, it was picked up and shared in ever-increasing numbers. We could just picture thousands of Carolinians praying Jesus’ words. 

And you know what? Hurricane Florence degraded in strength. Within forty-eight hours, she was a weak category 1 and was barely a hurricane at landfall. The flood waters came up to the bottom of the storm door on my brother’s house, but did not get inside. As bad as Flo was, she could have been several times worse.

Even in the most extreme emergency, God will hear our prayers. He listens, He acts, and He loves.

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A Reason to Praise

I remember thinking, I want to be like her.

As a twelve-year-old girl, the beauty radiating from the woman behind me mesmerized me. With hands held high and a joyful smile on her face, she swayed back and forth in a dance-like motion. I knew staring wasn't polite, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Curiosity made me wonder what it was that led her to rejoice. Never in my life had I witnessed someone praise the Lord so passionately in church. She was joyful, unbound, wild, and free.

Twenty-five years have passed since I watched that woman, but I still remember it as if it were yesterday. Even now, my flesh begs me to wonder what brought about her praise. The truth is I will never know—this side of heaven—what the story was behind the woman's vibrant display of worship. It could have been anything.

Not knowing the reason behind the woman’s praise reminds me I don’t have to be circumstantially motivated to praise the Lord. Circumstances can change quickly—from pleasant to painful in a matter of minutes. Praising the Lord when things seem bleak is difficult. Praising Him when things are good is easier.

I will bless the LORD at all times; his praise will always be on my lips. This verse encourages us not only to praise the Lord in the good times but also to praise Him all the time.

Despite what may be going on in our lives, one thing is sure: God doesn’t change. We can count on Him to be merciful, good, kind, gracious, and loving. These truths alone are motivation enough for His praise to forever be on our lips.

Praise the Lord every day. You have a reason.

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Prideful Posture

Being silent is an art, and beauty is knowing when to speak and when to be quiet.

We all know loquacious people who are talented with quick come-backs, witty-responses, or must-have-the-last-word syndrome? I've suffered from LWS (last word syndrome) too—a condition found in many marriages where a spouse has to have the last word, has to be right, and has to win no matter how trivial the argument.

Pride causes these unsavory conditions. Pride is a nasty trait that not only stains our character but also impacts our relationship with God and others. James says God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble. We can’t gloss over God’s response to the proud. He vigorously fights them.  

When pride enters the boxing ring, we need to stop and look at our heart and our opponent. We will find God is no longer in our corner rooting for us. He has become our adversary.

But God loves the humble. He delights in the one who swallows their pride, apologizes, forgives, or wisely remains silent. The one who wins the fight because of pride doesn’t reflect Christ. Beauty and God’s favor are found in the art of humbled silence.  

The next time you allow your pride to swell and you itch to throw that last punch, ask yourself what is more important: to be right or to do right?

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My Friend, Bob

I never said “thank you” when people did things for me—until I met Bob.

“Thank you, God, for sending Jesus.” I heard those words from Bob—a man in my Bible study group—every time he began his prayer. I had never considered thanking Jesus for what He did on the cross. It saddens me that I am not very thankful to the person who did the most for me. 

The free gift of salvation is unlike any other gift anyone could give me. Because of Jesus’ suffering and death, I can spend eternity with Him. I can’t imagine how it would feel to have stakes driven through my hands or wrists, especially since I hate needles.

I felt abandoned by my father when he divorced my stepmom and left town. Jesus felt ultimate abandonment in His hour of need. He experienced the Father’s rejection while upon the cross, sacrificing Himself for all of humanity.

Not enough words are in the dictionary to express thanks for what Jesus has done, especially since we fail Him every day. We need to thank Him every time we pray and ask for His forgiveness.
Believers should appreciate what Jesus did for them on the cross. He suffered for you and me. If He hadn’t done this, we would spend eternity in hell.

Tell Jesus daily how thankful you are for what He has done for you.

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Resolved and Ready

“I’m ready.”

We’ve all been there. Determined to carry out a course of action, wholeheartedly believing we’ll follow through. Whether it’s starting a ministry or forgiving someone who has wounded us, we confidently reply, “Yes, Lord, I am ready.”

One trait stands out about Peter: his impulsivity. His passionate proclamation was characteristic of him. He was resolved, self-confident, and certain he would follow Christ—even if it meant dying.

Upon Jesus’ arrest, Peter stood ready to defend Him. With his sword, Peter swiftly cut off a soldier’s ear. How impulsive. What self-confidence. Had he forgotten what Jesus told him? “Simon, Simon, Satan has asked to sift you as wheat. But I have prayed for you, Simon, that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers.”

Peter relied on his strength and sword for protection. He had no way of knowing how ill-prepared he was for the adversary’s onslaught. Resolve alone would not do. Peter had yet to learn this truth. He miscalculated the strength of the enemy and underestimated the love of Christ.

I’m a lot like Peter. A self-starter. We take pride in our ability to get things done. But I have learned that if left unguarded, a strength can become a weakness. Self-reliance and impulsivity have led me down paths I never should have taken—forcing me to acknowledge my weakness and my need for God.

If we want to overcome the enemy, we cannot do it in our own strength. We can’t afford to formulate a plan of action—no matter how impenetrable it may appear—and expect to win if we go it alone. We must lay down our weapons and our self-effort and rely on Christ.

Jesus knew Peter would betray Him and prayed for him in advance. God doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve. His knowledge of us is complete, and He loves us still. His power to save hasn’t diminished. Scripture says, “Therefore he is able to save completely those who come to God through him because he always lives to intercede for them” (Hebrews 7:25).

Even when we fail, God lovingly restores us. Surrender your way of doing things, and look to Him for the power to overcome.

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Hearing the Word

Charlotte, Caleb, and I were about three hours into our twelve-hour summer road trip east to the North Carolina coast when out of our car’s stereo speakers came the following: “Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—for your love is more delightful than wine.” 

As I’m sure most of you will recognize, this is the first verse of Solomon’s Song of Songs. And as I’m sure most of you also know, Song of Songs gets a lot more interesting from there. I looked at Charlotte, Charlotte looked at me, and from thirteen-year-old Caleb in the back seat came a low snicker.

Let me explain. When we go on long road trips, we put an audio version of the Bible on the stereo and listen to the Word. Listening to the Word, as opposed to reading, allows us to hear things and make connections we may have never read. And it’s important to remember that the Word of God had its beginnings as a repeated oral history until Moses, under the inspiration of God, began to write everything down. Even after that, the Israelites learned the Word by hearing, first from Aaron’s line of priests, and later by rabbis in the synagogues. 

For me, listening allows my ears and eyes to take the same text and discern different meanings. And so, back in the car, we had picked up where we left off on our last trip. We had been listening to Proverbs, Ecclesiastes (which has some interesting passages of its own), and now Song of Songs.

I debated about whether to advance the CD to Isaiah, but eventually, I just let it play. For one thing, I was reasonably sure I had Caleb’s undivided attention, at least for a few minutes. It would be an eye-opener for him to discover the Word was more than just dusty stories of events that happened long ago. And it might cause him to pay more attention to the Word in the future. Just as I’m sure, concentration in the synagogues perked up when it came time to hear the Song of Songs.

If you haven’t, open your ears to the holy Word of God daily.

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From Flawed to Flawless

The hole was minuscule. Barely visible. But it felt as if I could put my fist through it.

I was asked to speak to a group of volunteers and hopefully impart some wisdom. I wanted to make a good impression, so the night before I scoured my closet for the perfect outfit. The right choice would not be too businesslike, but not too casual either. I found the perfect sweater in the back of the closet and felt confident about the next day.

The morning of my speech, I dressed in a hurry and took one last look in the mirror. That’s when I saw it—the hole, a flaw in the fabric. It wasn’t much, just a little tear, but the longer I stood in front of the mirror, the larger the flaw grew until I could see nothing else. In my mind, I was sure the audience would not hear me, because they would be staring at the hole in my sweater.

Our minds, our beliefs about who we are, often focus on our imperfections. Instead, we should remember who God says we are: His children, daughters and sons of the King.

The world may see our imperfections, focusing on what we are not. We, too, often measure ourselves according to the world’s standards, which continually change. God sees His perfect children, without one flaw.

Remember who you are. You are the child of God, not the sum of your flaws and imperfections. The Father’s love has made you perfect.

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The Quiet Game

In elementary school, I was shy, barely having the nerve to raise my hand when I knew an answer. Yet I enjoyed learning, as well as the games we played every day.

One game was the Quiet Game—a genius idea obviously created by a multitasking yet respite-seeking teacher. It begins with the lights off and all students laying their heads on the desks. The teacher asks one student to stand up and search for their quietest colleague. The victor is then tapped on the shoulder. This winning student becomes the new chooser.

Bashfulness aside, I was thrilled to play this game. I discovered I was good at it, which resulted in me being picked more often than others. I mastered the Quiet Game. My secret technique was not just in being quiet—which came easily for a timid student like me—but also in that I had taught myself how to be still. I barely breathed, and I closed my eyes. I didn’t look at the other students around me. My toes were still. As I look back, I wonder if I repeated “Be still” in my mind.

I’m an adult now and rarely engage in group games for leisure. There’s no teacher to push me through the flow of my day. And no classroom. I’ve replaced my “shy” with “introverted.” However, I am continually called to play the Quiet Game.

God invites all of us to play this game. We not only should be quiet and listen for God but also be still with patience before Him. This is how we give Him reverence and acknowledge He is bigger than everything. It’s the way to fully accept that the people and situations in our lives will be pushed through the flow of His plan.

Take part in the Quiet Game today, and practice being still before God.

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T-Shirts and Love

I walked into the hotel lobby, and a sea of lime-green t-shirts met me. I panned the crowd, trying to figure out who the group was.

People dressed in almost blinding neon shirts stood in clusters, laughing. A few seated on sofas were deep in conversation, and many were in a check-in line. I walked to the shortest line to get my room key when a shout calling someone’s name interrupted my train of thought. I turned to see two people embrace. Based on their words, they hadn’t seen each other in a year. The back of the green shirt read, Campbell Family Reunion.

Those who hadn’t attended reunions in a few years, and those who hadn’t seen each other since the last reunion, knew they belonged. Green shirts and their love for each other identified the family.

Jesus gave His disciples a new commandment: “love one another.” He says love will be their identifying mark. They will be distinctively different from others when they show love for each other.

Jesus wasn’t referring to romantic or friendship love, but unconditional love. Love marked by kindness when you are hurt—or by giving up a prime parking spot to someone else. It’s self-control when you feel like responding in anger. Sometimes, love shows itself in patience when you’re in a hurry, but someone else isn’t. It’s the unnatural expression of character Paul says is a fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23).

In today’s culture of hurry and get ahead, love that puts others ahead of self stands out. We have seven days of opportunities in our family, neighborhood, school, and workplace to be distinctively different.

Think about your opportunities to show unusual love. You won’t have to wear a lime-green t-shirt, but people will notice.

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I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Say that again?” I asked my brother.

“I sold it,” he replied.

The “it” in this case was a cherry red 1967 Chevy II that had been a part of my brother’s life for over forty-four years. He had started with a rusted hulk of a frame in high school and had restored the car from the ground up. 

I don’t know how many times I tripped over the Chevy’s transmission and drivetrain in our basement Rec Room. A part of our décor were ‘67 Chevy parts. It became something of a standing joke for Mom and Dad to gift David the money for birthday or Christmas to paint his restoration …. only to have him use the cash for another engine part he needed. 

Over the decades—through girlfriends, college, work, marriage, sons of his own, and building a business—the Chevy II slowly came together. It became a lightning-quick show car—a cherry red blur on the back roads of Pamlico County in North Carolina and a favorite at local car shows. It was as well-known as it’s builder ... a thing of beauty and as much a part of David as his middle name. 

Now it was gone, sold. But David seemed at peace about it, and indeed he was. “It was an idol,” he explained.

“Do you know how much money I spent on that thing? Not to mention all the time and energy I wasted on it. I spent decades making it perfect. And really, honestly, what did it ever give me in return?”

He had a point. Our Father warned against idols on His stone tablet hit parade (Exodus 20:3), and Jesus reaffirmed it (Mark 12:29, 30). And yet I still have a problem seeing the idols in my life. I tend to think of idols as golden cows or statues of Baal, and since I don’t have those in my closet, I want to consider myself good to go. But idols can come in all manner and forms ... and we should be on guard against them.

David’s idol wasn’t hidden; it was out in the open. He just had to wash the scales from his eyes with the Word to see it.

If you have idols in your life, get rid of them.

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In a threatening manner, he came toward me, his knife blade open.

A small table stood between me and the eight-year-old boy. I made good use of it to put more distance between us. As I sent a lightening prayer to heaven, the boy’s forward hand thrust stopped in mid-air. He stood dazed and still. I maneuvered to the telephone and rang the child’s mother. Waiting outside the apartment for her arrival, I reflected on how I found myself in this situation.

Having returned home from a two-year mission trip in China, I discovered my job qualifications had lapsed. After three months and many job interviews, I finally acquired a child-minding position for a couple of hours a day. After the serious threatening posture of the boy in my care, I resigned from the only employment I had.

In Luke 4:28-30, the people in the synagogue objected to what Jesus was saying. Filled with rage, they rose up and cast Him out of the city, planning to throw Him down a cliff to His death. But He passed through their midst and went His way. It was not His time to die.

Father God will protect us until our time has come. Just as the express prayer ceased the boy’s hand from doing any harm to me, Father God will keep you in His care when life-threatening situations arise.

Many years later, I saw the boy’s mother. Her son had grown into a handsome teenager. I was happy to hear his unresolved emotional anger had been dealt with through counseling.

When we go through life knowing God is in control, all goes well. Reach out to Him, and you will survive all that comes your way until it is your time.

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It's Not Okay

“No, it’s not okay.” His scream pierced the campground and didn’t subside until I got him to Meme.

My wife and I hatched a plot: take our two oldest grandsons camping. At the time, they were two and five. Our daughter appreciated the three-day break from motherhood.

Things progressed nicely … until we made a trip to the bathhouse. On the way back, our two little munchkins laughed and raced. I didn’t worry too much that they were in the middle of the road. After all, the campground only had a small number of sites and the name was Lazy J. What could possibly happen?

Our smallest grandson—the one we call pig pen or Clumsy Clyde—found a way to fall on the gravel road and skin his knee. He wanted to beat his brother back to the campsite, but stepped out of his shoes and tumbled instead.

I couldn’t imagine the hurt being serious, so I picked him up and told him he was okay. That’s when he screamed loudly enough for the entire campground to hear him: “No, it’s not okay.”

I plopped him into Meme’s lap where he had a good cry as she wiped the blood away, applied some antibiotic cream, and sealed the cut with a bandage. Within thirty minutes, he was fast asleep on grandma’s lap. 

Paul says all we have to do is tell God what we need and thank Him for all He has done. Once we’ve done that, His peace will saturate our entire body, soul, and spirit—if we truly leave whatever it is in His hands and don’t take it back to worry over.

Life’s trials have a way of knocking us down, scraping our knees, and making us cry. And they have a tendency to do it when we least expect it … when we’re having fun … trying to beat someone else in life’s race. Before we know it, we’re out of commission and don’t know where to turn.

Been there, done that. And instead of running to the Father where I can receive comfort, healing, and peace, I often go to other sources or other people who cannot do what only He can. Unlike my grandson who didn’t believe what I said, the heavenly Father truly can make things okay.

When life’s not okay, go to the One who can make everything all right.

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We Are Free

Imagine being chained and locked up by someone who claims to be your owner and has absolute control over your life.

You have no choice but to do his bidding. You wake up each day doing only what he asks. No one seems to have the power to set you free. Nor do you. This is a picture of slavery and how I pictured myself—incapable of doing anything, hating the way I felt.  

I was in the same situation before Christ saved me. I indulged in deeds which displeased the Lord because I didn’t have the power to do otherwise. I often forgot that when Jesus came He defeated my captor, broke the chains, and set me free. I am forgiven and hopeful about an eternity with Him.

I forget I’m no longer in bondage to sin. Having a life of victory over sin is my portion and the reason Jesus came. He came to set me free so I can live for Him now, not just go to church and glory in living with Him in the future.

Ignoring this truth is like having our owner come to us while a captive and express displeasure for the life we lead because of the things we do. He offers forgiveness and promises to come for us at an appointed time. Yet He leaves us in chains and under the control of our captor.

This isn’t what Jesus did. He broke the chains and walked away with us from the influence of the enemy and a life of sin. We know we’re not far enough if we keep doing the things we know only our captor will make us do.

Christ has set you free, and the Spirit gives you the power to stay free.

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God Speaks in Your Darkness

We all struggle with the darkness of personal adversity.

As I finish the manuscript of my latest book that explores the secrets of finding peace and hope in adversity, I am reminded how God has spoken through my personal storms. I invited some storms by sinful choices, yet storms of divine preparation and providence that seemingly serve no human purpose also came. In the darkness, God still spoke to my heart.

God spoke to Jeremiah in prison. I suspect he wanted different circumstances and outcomes. If it were me, I would have said, “Um, God. Before You start Your message, can we please talk about getting me out of prison? After all, I only did what You asked of me. Why am I still here? Can You not speak to me in the safety and comfort of my home?” God did not mention Jeremiah’s predicament or give an indication as to when he would be freed—He simply shared His message and mission.

Jesus said, “Whatever I tell you in the dark, speak in the light” (Matthew 10:27). He did not imply, “If I speak in the darkness,” but gave the expectation of “When I speak.”

Darkness may cloud our minds and shrink our hearts, but God’s whispers are a ray of unending light. He speaks in our darkness so we can encourage others by sharing what He told us.

Jeremiah 31:2 speaks of people who “found grace in the wilderness.” They did not find grace by a refreshing oasis or the abundance of the Promised Land, but in the dry, barren, wilderness.

God shares His grace when He knows we need it the most—and are more apt to listen for Him. In the light of our comfort zones, we live in self-sufficiency. In the darkness, we recognize our inadequacies, insecurities, and futility. In our weakness, God’s strength is revealed.

When adversity and unfavorable circumstances cloud your skies, listen for God’s whisper in the dark. He wants to share great and mighty things.

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The Holy Spirit Protocol

“I want the Holy Spirit,” announced our thirteen-year-old grandson, Caleb.

My wife Charlotte and I have raised Caleb since he was two. Over the summer, while awaiting his move to the eighth grade, he has had daily readings in his Bible, his devotional, and C. S. Lewis’ The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. We discuss his readings at the dinner table. And once a week, I give him a special topic to research. This week’s topic: The Holy Spirit. 

Caleb’s overall enthusiasm for this summer reading and study project is probably on a par with most thirteen-year-olds. I fully realize what we’re doing is mostly just planting seeds. But in Caleb’s case, his thoroughness and participation are also directly related to his Xbox usage. So he has an incentive.

In this case, however, something had sparked a real interest. So I asked, “Why do you want the Holy Spirit?” 

“Because,” he answered, “it’s like an invisible Ironman suit!”

Okay, that wasn’t exactly the answer I expected. But maybe the boy was on to something. 

“Go on, Big Guy,” I replied. 

“Well, when the Spirit came down on the apostles at that Pentecost place, they all had tongues of fire, like Ironman. And after Philip baptized the Ethiopian dude, Philip flew away just as if he was in Ironman’s suit. When the snake bit Paul, the suit’s armor protected him and protected him again in the shipwreck. But most of all, the Bible says the Spirit gives you direction, answers questions, and tells you which way to go, just like the F.R.I.D.A.Y. voice-interface-thingy guides Ironman.”

At this point, Caleb looked thoughtful for a moment. “And doesn’t the Bible say to put on the armor of God? That sure sounds like Ironman to me!”

I have to admit he has a point. The Word is full of references to the armor of God. And if Caleb can relate to it as an Ironman suit easier than ancient body armor, I’m okay with that. 

I guess Tony Stark, the comic book inventor of the Ironman suit, would call it the Holy Spirit Protocol.

Counselor. Comforter. Shepherd. Dove. Breastplate. The Spirit is all these things. He is the great gift to believers and the church. 

Don’t try to live the Christian life by your own power. Seek the Spirit. Hunger for Him. Ask for Him.

He is promised to us! 

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My Heritage

I’m used to it. Folks making fun of my accent. When you’re born and raised in the Appalachian Mountains, people are going to tease you, sometimes relentlessly, about your dialect.

Over the years, I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m proud of my mountain heritage. Nothing surpasses the mountain people: a simple life, values, and unfailing faithfulness. Knowing there are still places in the world where family and friendship take precedence over cell phones and personal agendas is comforting. People here take pride in their heritage. Founded in hard work, determination, and faith, we may not be a perfect people, but we are proud of who we are and from whence we came.

Recently, while attending a conference, I had to make a fast side trip to the restroom. It was empty (for which I was glad, since women’s restrooms tend to house lines of waiting occupants). As I readied myself to leave the stall, I heard the door open and two women laughing and joking … making fun of other conferees. What are the odds? One of those being made fun of was me. “Her accent is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Now, on a good day, I’d blow this off, but that day I was tired. I’d worked fourteen hours a day for three days to teach, meet, and serve conferees. That sentence was hurtful. I kept quiet until they left and then found a dear friend.

“Do I come across as stupid because of my accent? I know I tease about it, but do I come across as stupid?”

He reassured me I was not the stupid one, and it was my faithfulness and genuineness that made me approachable and loved.

The Israelites sometimes felt persecuted because of their heritage, but God was faithful to His people. Even in times of discipline, He reminded them they were His. To this day, the Jewish people cling tightly to traditions and heritage. They were not perfect, but their ties to their past gave them hope for the future.

Where you came from is part of who you are. When you were adopted into God’s household of children, you, too, gained the Father’s heritage. Share your love for God. Teach others about His faithfulness.

Your heritage in Christ is a special and amazing gift.

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A car floats through outer space, and it drives conviction into my heart.

A dummy by the name of Starman sits in a shiny, red convertible after being carried up by a rocket and then released to wander amongst nothingness. It’s a marketing stunt, set to gain awareness and boost sales of a practically unattainable vehicle—both by comprehension and monetary means. Although most can’t afford it, or understand it, they will hear and talk about it, marvel at it, and in some cases deny its reality.

People easily display fiction as truth. I do not excel in matters of science or technology, so I can’t make an educated guess about this event. I do know the person behind this idea is intentional and determined about getting the word out about his passion.

Thinking about this made me realize I don’t give adequate witness for my Savior. I might offer an encouraging biblical word to others occasionally. And I’m not ashamed, but I worry I can’t make others understand, that I can’t make them believe, or that they will think I’m obnoxious.

The Bible has a freeing truth: the Holy Spirit fills the gap and does the persuading. I don’t have to worry about that part.

When lifted up on the cross, Jesus established the salvation for our souls. If we lift up His name, He will put into motion whatever pull is needed to bring others into His saving grace.

Ask God to help you be more intentional about His commission to witness for Him.

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Be Brave and Move On

Lana Del Rey said "being brave means knowing that when you fail, you don't fail forever."

The Psalm tells us we are gods and also children of the Most High God. This should give us courage to face and overcome the challenges of life. We can be brave and take our rightful place and blessings because Jesus Christ our Lord is seated in the heavenlies.

According to Ephesians 2:6, we are seated with Christ by virtue of our faith in Him. Where God is, we are too. Our place is far above all rulers, authorities, powers, dominions, and every name that is named—not only in this age but also in the world to come.

We can take bold steps for our Father who is the Almighty. All things are under His feet and ours—including Satan. As the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step, so we walk by faith in God and not by sight. We are stronger than any challenge because we have the greater one living inside of us. We can take complete charge over the affairs of our lives.

Enjoying the blessings available to us means learning to deal with the Devil. But with our heavenly position, every devil will bow to us. We can handle any challenge because we are made in God's image.

With faith, tell the mountain of obstacles in your life to move and it will obey.

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It was gone!

Dad’s new prized rod and reel was gone. The exact same rod he had told me to watch while he went back to the cottage on the beach behind us for a moment. Dad was surf fishing and even now had a line cast out beyond the breakers. I was six years old and had been happily building sand castles while Dad fished.

Then, astonished, I jumped to my feet. The pole holder Dad had shoved into the sand lay on its side, having been pulled out of the sand. Staring up and down the beach, I saw Dad’s fishing rod sliding down the sand toward the breaking waves. Racing after it, I snatched it up and tried to rewind the line. I couldn’t budge it. Hollering for my parents, I struggled back up the beach with the rod, fighting against whatever was pulling it out to sea. Fortunately, another fisherman close by heard me yelling and rushed to my aid, even as my parents hurried to the beach. 

The fisherman took the rod out of my hands and began to wind the reel. I took off for the surf to see what Dad had caught. Following the line into the waves, I saw it disappear into the breaker building right in front of me. And then, surfing out of that wave as it began to curl was the biggest, meanest, scariest looking stingray in the world. The fishing line disappeared into his mouth, and his eyes bored into mine.

I screamed in sheer terror and raced out of the surf. Somehow I beat the wave to shore. The fisherman pulled the stingray onto the beach, where he quickly cut off the ray’s dangerous barbed tail. 

Once the monster ray was harmlessly on the shore, it wasn’t nearly as big as it had been coming out of that wave. It was barely two feet. As it flopped and breathed its last, I actually felt a little sorry for it. 

Most of our problems are like that. What at first glance seems overwhelming, when put into perspective, is just something else flopping on the sand. When we put our problems into perspective by giving them to the Lord, He can show us how tiny they really are in His hands. 

What Leviathan can you put into God’s hands today?

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The Memory

The whimper turned to a quiet moan of anguish. 

When my future husband and I were planning to marry, we travelled to another state to meet my future in-laws. The visit progressed well until we took a sightseeing journey. After one stop, I waited until my future mother-in-law settled in the backseat before closing the door. I stepped into the front seat and was about to put my seat belt on when I heard a faint whimper behind me. I looked back and at first could not see what was wrong. Then I saw. I had closed the door on her hand.

Leaping out, I grabbed the handle and opened the door. She was a tiny person. To my horror, I saw the flattened fingers on her child-like hand. Crying out to God with an urgent silent prayer, I asked Him to heal them, and He did. Blood returned to her fingers, and her hand returned to normal. She had no more pain, and we all got back into the car and continued our tour.

Remembering the acts of righteous people brings happiness. I was more affected by the incident than my future mother-in-law. After receiving my apology, she never mentioned it again and forgave me immediately. I was so grateful when I heard there was no bruising or loss of function.

I learned two lessons from this experience: God is a healing God who waits to come to our rescue in times of need, and forgiveness clears the way for healthy relationships.

Let knowing Jesus is near to you at all times bring you great comfort.

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You're the Berries

“You’re the berries.” The words made me smile.

I met her in college and wished I could be her friend. She was always filled with joy and happiness. Her sense of humor was . . . well . . . great. Her laugh, infectious.

It wasn’t until we were both married and returned to Johnson Bible College that I finally met Lisa face to face. I was sitting on the front steps of Johnson Hall, watching the sun rise. She walked out the door on her way to work. I smiled. She smiled.

“Can I watch too?” she asked. I patted the step and she joined me. “You’re the berries.”

From that day forward, we were fast friends. We found laughter and joy in everything. Lisa taught me that when I allowed God to fill me fully, others couldn’t help but see the joy of the Lord within me.

When the time came for us to leave college with our husbands, my heart ached. The day we moved, Lisa gave me a picture she’d drawn. Berries. “Just remember, to me, you are the berries, and to God you are ALWAYS the berries.” A tear dripped from her cheek and smeared the picture.

Two years later, I received a call, Lisa was dead. It was . . . a great loss. I looked at the picture Lisa had drawn and remembered, “You’re always the berries to me.” The joy of the Lord still spoke through her drawing.

God is a loving God. The Israelites knew the faithfulness and joy found in seeking after Him. They lived in the shadow of God’s provision and love, receiving abundance in everything when they were obedient. Other nations saw the joy and power of a great God who provided and loved His people. They couldn’t help but see it.

Sometimes our biggest losses become our greatest blessings. Lisa’s loss was deep, but the memories of joy and laughter are one of the greatest gifts God could have given me. Thirty plus years later, I still miss her.

What made Lisa so infectious? Her immense love for God. She was joyful, even when things were difficult. You couldn’t help but see God in her. These days, I make it a point to tell those I love, those who bring me joy and laughter, that they are the berries. Hopefully they see that same love and joy of God in me.

Let your joy be abundant. Allow others to see Christ in you. You’ll find, when you do, that “you are always the berries” to Christ.

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I am not a “natural woman.”

I love cozy homes with squishy beds and home-cooked dinners. I appreciate a glass of white Zinfandel too. In my younger days, I was adventuresome, trekking winding paths with my trailblazing buddies. But the impact of six decades on this modern girl has plopped me in the middle of comfortable suburbia. 

Even though I may not be a lover of nature, I know God is. After all, He created the rushing rivers, mutely painted desserts, and ice-capped mountains.

God once proudly, but gently, led Abraham outdoors and showed him the vast, starry sky. Abraham struggled with God’s plan for him. For decades, the aging Hebrew had implored the Lord for a son. Year after year, God gave none.

Finally, the deafening silence of the heavenly Father was pierced with an announcement that the Lord would make him “into a great nation” (Genesis 12:2). But years passed and still no son. The affliction of his family barrenness gripped the heart of this righteous man. I imagine he pounded the heavens with questions about God’s previously presented plan.

At last, a vision came to Abraham, and the Lord said, “I am your shield, your very great reward” (Genesis 15:1). Abraham replied, “You have given me no children; so a servant … will be my heir” (Genesis 15:3).

A quiet pause may have occurred in the heavenly realm as all celestial ears turned to hear the Father’s firm reply: “This man will not be your heir, but a son coming from your own body” (Genesis 15:4).

That’s when the Father took His precious child outside. I envision God’s big-daddy arm enveloping Abraham’s drooping shoulders as the Lord said, “Look up” (Genesis 15:5)! As the Abba-Father showed Abraham His plan through the starry example of the brilliant, unadulterated night sky (no light pollution here), Abraham once again saw a teeny glimpse of God’s magnificent plan.

Traipsing through the outdoors may not be my preferred pastime anymore. But catching my Father’s heavenly vision for me is vital. He has a vision for you too. Look up at Him, so you can see His destiny—one designed especially for you.

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Who Has the Last Word?

Pneumonia. That was the diagnosis for my eighty-eight-year-old father. The call came from my brother. Dad had contracted the flu, and it worsened into pneumonia.

No one involved was optimistic. In addition to being eighty-eight years old, Dad has what is called post-polio syndrome. At seventeen months old, Dad contracted polio. It left his body wracked, withered, and crippled before his life had even begun. A lifetime of overcompensating for the diseased muscles polio had taken finally started to overwhelm the good muscles his body had left. His body was failing.

I called my father. When he answered, I could barely understand him. His medication caused him to slur his words. But he was lucid and in the present (My father has Alzheimer's and lives most of his days in the past.). He told me he was tired, very tired ... that it was all in the Lord’s hands. I told him it was okay and that he could rest. I told him I loved him. He told me he loved me. We hung up. And yes, I cried.

Dad continued to slip away and was unresponsive to visitors. He slept nearly all the time. I spent every second waiting for “that call” from my brother, David. He and I prepared for the worse, and we prayed. A lot of you prayed with us, and for that, I dearly thank you.

Between the flu and the pneumonia, something had been taken from him. As he had told me …  he was tired. The doctors told us this was going to be his new “normal.” In other words, be prepared.

I thought to myself, But y’all ain’t Jesus, and my Lord has the last word. My brother agreed. And we continued to pray.

The next day saw Dad more responsive. The pneumonia disappeared. The day after that even more improvement. And by small steps every day for the rest of the week, he made continual steps back from the brink. Finally, as I write this, my brother reports our Dad has returned to just about where he was before the flu. He’s awake, dressed and out of bed, and ready for the day. Hallelujah. Thank you, Lord.

The Lord longs to help us, to hear our prayer. What can you lay before him today?

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Comforting the Yearning

“Your sister works out like a champion,” an exercise trainer once told my brother.

When I was in college, I aimed for perfection. I studied hard. I exercised six days a week using a StairMaster, lifting weights, and doing two hundred crunches each workout. I highlighted my hair and wore beautiful clothes. I made sure my perfume and lotions’ fragrances blended perfectly. I thought of everything.

My perfectionism wasn’t just about getting good grades or looking pretty though. It was about finding a boyfriend, and it became a consuming obsession. I knew God had chosen my future husband, so I looked everywhere for an attractive man with a gentle spirit—but I couldn’t find him. Not in my college classes. Not at the gym. Not at church. Not at restaurants or grocery stores or anywhere else. I prayed and prayed for God to send me a boyfriend.

In hindsight I think my faith made me unappealing. No teenager or twenty-something wanted that kind of girl. You know, the kind you introduce to your mother. They wanted the kind you have fun with. I was desperately lonely. I made a habit of hugging a stuffed animal at bedtime so I could fall asleep.

That was twenty years ago. Since then I’ve discovered the best way to cope with any type of longing is pouring myself into prayer. The Holy Spirit soothes my burning heart. Jesus said, “I will ask the Father and he will give you another Comforter, and he will never leave you” (John 14:16 TLB).

No matter whom you seek, or whom you have lost, the Holy Spirit will comfort you. Ask God to ease your yearning so you won’t try to satisfy it with something harmful such as alcohol, drugs, pornography, adultery, or fornication.

Take comfort knowing God is always with you. He loves you more than any person could. 

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No Issue Too Big

“I can’t find anything wrong,” the neurologist said.

Although the neurologist had multiple diplomas and had performed three MRIs and numerous neurological tests, he couldn’t answer why a forty-six-year-old healthy female had developed sudden inexplicable symptoms: weakness, numbness, and leg pain. And while these symptoms were bearable physically, they were unbearable emotionally. She was a marathon runner.

“We’ll send you to Massachusetts General,” the doctor said. “Or we can perform a muscle biopsy.”

Grasping at medical straws, the doctor tried to comfort his patient as she pushed the tears behind a steel wall. She felt certain a cure would not be found. Future marathon goals would have to be shelved. But she found comfort, knowing that in suffering she was not alone.

Christ was pierced for our transgressions, crushed for our sins. By His wounds, we are healed. He bore the pain of each thorn with tremendous love.

Through Christ’s suffering, we find comfort for our own suffering. Bearing discomfort is difficult but leads to endurance—out of which integrity and character are born.

There is no issue too big or too insurmountable for Christ. Whatever may be troubling your mind, heart, or spirit, lay it at the foot of His cross. Prepare to be enveloped in His unfathomable love and mercy. Rejoice in how deeply you are cherished.

Rest, knowing Christ will meet you with open arms at the finish line.

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The Land of Could Be

A trip to the grocery store isn’t so simple when we have to load a wheelchair and things like oxygen, medication, and syringes.

I’m often asked to sit with my disabled grandson, Wyatt, while his parents are involved in other activities. His being left behind often sends me to the Land of Could Be.

In the Land of Could Be, Wyatt is walking out the door with his parents with a smile on his face and big blue eyes bright with excitement. In the Land of Could Be, he runs out the school door and stops to play kickball with his friends. Could Be has endless possibilities for a seven-year-old. He could be reading a book to me or sitting up at the table eating supper. Instead, I place another spoonful of his pureed carrots and chicken into his mouth. He smiles around the spoon, and some of the mixture oozes out of his mouth and down his chin.

God has promised to work all of this for good according to His purposes. I confess sometimes the good is not readily apparent to me. What could be good about a little boy not being able to walk or talk? Who spends his days confined to a spot on a couch or in a wheelchair? My imaginary Land of Could Be seems so much better.

Then I remember the radiance of Wyatt’s smile and how he has engaged so many people just by the purity of that smile. I recall how we have drawn closer to God through prayer and how the outcome of those prayers led to Wyatt’s healing from pneumonia and multiple surgeries. In the most impossible way, a little boy who can’t speak manages to tell others about God by his mere presence on earth.

In our humanness, we want everything in life to measure up to what we see as good, but God’s definition of good forces us to look at things from His perspective. Serving a meal to a disabled child and holding his hand is what Jesus would have me do. I may not understand exactly why this happened to Wyatt, but I know the definition of love took on new meaning when we were called to take care of him. And that is good.

Trust God to bring good from what appears bad in your life. 

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Jesus - Peace in the Rhetoric

It was sheer and utter chaos. Memories of the 60s resonated. I was a six-year-old child, hiding behind the couch as Dad watched the news.

Anti-war riots, Viet Nam body counts, and racial unrest scared me to death. When would the rhetoric make its way to our rather peaceful, mountain existence?

Rioters chanted, “Peace not war! Love not hate!” Yet fighting and destruction followed their chants. I didn’t understand how people could scream love but throw rocks at policemen. The signals sent over the airwaves were confusing and frightening.

Today is no different. The news shows the same chants ... the same hate-ridden actions. And I’m still frightened. I’m frightened for my grandson and our grandbaby-in-waiting. Fear is nothing I want them to feel.

Paul saw much of the same thing when he penned his letter to the Thessalonians. He understood what chaos could do to the body of believers, so he urged them to remain peaceful, never paying back wrong for wrong. He could have coined the phrase, “two wrongs don’t make a right.” Paul knew vengeance led to retaliation, and retaliation led to chaos. His entire letter encouraged them to make right and good decisions, to rejoice always, and to pray continually. No one knew better than Paul about the hardships and temptations they would experience. He’d lived through them himself, and he wanted them to know—as hard as it was to be the bigger, better person—that the rewards of their efforts would be greater.

The world has changed little since Paul meandered the rocky paths from town to town preaching God’s word. These days we have stints of peace when the rhetoric eases, but then Satan gets a foothold and things whirl out of control again. Anger, selfishness, and entitlement wreak havoc. The “all about me” attitude breeds unrest and greed. And for me ... the memories of the 60s resonate again.

As much as I’d like to hide behind the couch, I have no need to fear. We have hope in the resurrection of Christ. That in and of itself takes the sting out of the chaos away. Despite what seems to be our inevitable desire to self-destruction, Jesus sacrificed that we might be saved. He took on the battle for us, fought it, and won. Choose to walk away from the rhetoric. Don’t subject yourself to payback and hate. Rather, strive for the good. His sacrifice was not not in vain.

This Easter, remember the sacrifice made for you. There is peace in the rhetoric and His name is Jesus

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Last year at about this time, I sat and jubilantly waited for my father to answer my call. It was tradition.

For thirty-five years, whenever North Carolina won the National Championship in men's college basketball, I called my Dad. No matter where I was, or what time of night, if Carolina won it all, my Dad (UNC '52) waited for my call, and we celebrated together. 

There had been four of these wonderfully special calls over the years: 1982, 1993, 2005, and 2009. The 1993 call I made from prison. (You'll forgive me if I don't elaborate on exactly how I managed that.) That night, Dad was at his apartment in the Springmoor Retirement Community in Raleigh, North Carolina.

No answer. Thinking I had misdialed, I hung up and redialed. Ever since I was a little boy, my father and I had suffered through the ACC and NCAA Basketball Tournaments together. Either watching on TV or huddling by the radio, together we tried to will the Tar Heels to the National Championship. Somehow throughout the 60's and 70's, there would always be another team slightly better or luckier. And Dad and I would commiserate together. Finally, in 1982, Dad and I were able to joyously celebrate, as we had three additional times over the years.

The phone continued to ring, until finally … sadly … I hung it up. Three months later, my brother and I moved our father into the Alzheimer's Wing at Springmoor. The disease had progressed that fast. In just a few months, Dad lost his hold on the present and slipped into the past where he now lives out his days. Should Carolina win it all again, it somehow won't ever be the same. There will be no more calls.

Our Father tells us through his Word that to everything there is a season. For all things, there is a time to live, and a time to die. In the blink of an eye, a season can change. It does not matter if we are ready for the change; the change is inexorably coming. We are the last generation before the return of our Lord Jesus. Our particular season is moving—second, by minute, by hour to its conclusion. 

Our season is ending; a glorious new season is waiting to dawn. Are you ready?

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Fruitful Relationships

Stormy winds swayed trees and bent them toward the ground.

Watching from my living room window, I saw branches separating and falling. What a mess! I thought. Lovely branches, once part of the tree’s vital life, now lay dying on the ground. I would have to gather the dead branches and put them out for garbage collection.

Thankfully, the trees were not uprooted, and they still have most of their branches. I was comforted with the thought that the branches remaining on the tree would develop leaves and bear fruit in spring and summer.

Jesus made His relationship with others clear: “I am the one who gives life and you are the one who receives life. Maintain an intimate relationship with Me. We need a lasting and inseparable relationship with each other. This is the only way you can have a fruitful and fulfilling life.”

Relationships that stand the test of stormy experiences require work and commitment. Each person must believe losing the relationship is losing the essence of life. Keeping this foremost in our daily thoughts will help us serve life-sustaining food to each other and experience the healthy relationship Jesus came to give each one of us.

Live in a faithful relationship with Christ. Otherwise, your life will be useless and unfulfilled.

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When God Delays

Every day . . . numerous times, I walked to the woods and prayed the same prayer.

Betrayal is never easy to endure—especially when sorrow isn’t offered. When sorrow and repentance are expressed, the betrayed has something to cling to.

I had little hope. I heard no “I’m sorry,” or “Let’s try to work things out.” Rather, “I don’t love you anymore.” I was left … with my thoughts, loneliness, and children. Several times each day, I made my way to the patch of woods behind our house and prayed for God to change her mind and trouble her soul.

I’m sure God answered my prayer, at least the part where He troubled her mind, but He didn’t make her return. From my perspective, it seemed as if He wasn’t listening or that He was delaying His answer for some unknown reason. The psalmist must have felt the same way.

What I had to learn, or remember, is that God’s delays only appear as such. They aren’t in reality. To say God delays means He operates from a past, present, or future perspective when He doesn’t. In my world, past, present, and future exist. In God’s world, everything is now. He sees it all at one time and at the same time. While mind boggling, believing this about God helps when I feel as if He has forgotten me.

In times of delay, realizing the difference between feeling and fact is also vital. I felt forgotten. The psalmist felt forgotten. But our feelings didn’t represent reality. God never forgets me or any request I make. He merely knows more than I do and sees the Although He will trouble their soul. If I’m the one suffering because of someone’s bad choice, I may think God is delaying an answer when it’s actually the free will of the person causing the delay.

God’s delays are only delays from our perspective. Don’t let appearances fool you. God loves and cares for you and will do what is in your best interest.

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The Powerlessness of Darkness

When we walk in darkness, we bump into things we would normally avoid in the light.

As I got ready for work in the pre-dawn darkness, I stumbled around the bedroom, not wanting to turn on any lights to disturb my sleeping wife. I bumped into the dresser, felt for the doorway, and then brushed my feet along the carpet in search of the stairs. I knew their locations, but the darkness disoriented me. God then whispered about the importance of walking in His light.

Jesus is the light of the world (John 8:12). His Word is a lamp to our feet and a light to our path (Psalm 119:105). As His followers, who walk according to His Word, we walk in the light as children of His light (Ephesians 5:8), letting His light shine through us (Matthew 5:16). His light has no fellowship (intimate compatibility) with darkness (1 John 1:5-6) because light and darkness cannot coexist simultaneously.

Darkness frightens us with the unknown and unseen, but we walk by faith, not by sight. Darkness threatens, yet we must leave the presence of light. Darkness fears light because light illuminates, exposes, liberates, brightens, and encourages stumbling feet to step forward confidently. Even death is but a shadow fleeing from the glorious light of Christ’s resurrection.

We were never meant for darkness. If we dim or cover our light with doubt, fear, or sinful habits, our flame flickers and darkness hovers. Darkness doesn’t respect our light, but when we don't shine darkness exists. If we grow dim, shadows creep in. Then, in our self-made darkness, we stumble and bump into avoidable things, places, and people.

Where light shines, darkness flees. It isn't defeated; it simply lurks in the shadows waiting for the lights to dim. But it cannot overpower light. We shine our light to dispel the darkness. Where we go, the world should be a brighter place.

Turn on the light of God’s Word. Keep your candle burning, so it will shine everywhere you go. Fuel your lamp, and saturate your world with heavenly light.

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The engine on our eight-year-old Ford Escape skipped. Or maybe it was the transmission. I'm not a car guy, so I don't know for sure.

My little brother is a car dude. David tears engines down in his sleep. When he was in high school, our family's rec room floor was covered with the transmission of a '67 Chevy Nova. David would know what the problem was, but David wasn't here.

The engine straightened itself out, no idiot lights decorated the dashboard, and I continued down the road. I was headed for the Asheville Christian Writers Conference, a state away in the mountains of North Carolina.

Ever since the warranty on our once-new Escape ended, I heard and felt every hiccup the car spit out. When it was under warranty, I didn’t worry about mechanical failures. They weren’t my problem. If something broke, I took it to the dealership. They would make it right again. There was a beautiful peace about that, especially if you weren't really a car guy—like me.

Over the next week, the Escape would need to get me over these mountains, down to the coast, around the state, and hopefully, about the time you’re reading this, back to my family in Tennessee. I had prayed about the car. I had spoken to God about the car. I had spoken over the car in faith. I had declared a moratorium on flat tires, engine hiccups, bored highway patrolmen, and texting teenagers. Still, a part of my brain always listened to the car. And part of my heart longed for the peace I had when the car was new and I didn’t worry.

My problem is that I tend to cling to worry like a security blanket. Actually, I don't have to worry about the car … or anything else. And when I learn to turn worry off and walk in faith, it will be the happiest day of my life. But I'm not there yet.

As Christians, we come with a warranty. We don't have to stress over what life might bring, because we have a Father to whom we can give every headache, heartache, problem, and worry. He wants us to give Him our problems ... if we just will.

What problems are you clinging to that you already have a warranty for?

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The Sifting Process

The aroma of homemade biscuits baking permeated my grandmother’s home. My taste buds anticipated every delectable bite that would drip with butter and grape jelly long before she removed them from the oven.

One of my memorable cooking experiences with my grandmother, whom I affectionately called Mama, was her preparation for making buttermilk biscuits. She placed a large metal bowl, a silver sifter, and all the ingredients on the counter. Then she filled the sifter and allowed me to sift flour into the bowl.

At the end of the sifting, I saw several hard pieces of flour captured in the sieve. I stared at Mama through widened eyes. I didn’t understand the purpose of sifting and would have innocently dumped the remains into the bowl. Understanding my dilemma, she instructed me to toss the remains into the trash because they were unsuitable for her biscuits.

In David’s psalm, he asked God to point out anything He found that made Him sad. David pursued God’s heart and knew he needed assistance exposing and eliminating sin hidden in his own heart. He determined not to break God’s heart again because he never forgot his past indiscretions. David’s intimate fellowship with God empowered him to request that God take his heart through a sifting process to reveal anything deemed insufficient.

God desires the same from each of us. He wants us to abide in His presence and to offer our heart to Him for inspection. God loves us more than we know, and His plan is not to harm us.

Face your fears and ask God to take your heart through His sifting process.

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Spiritual Healthcare Questions

I hate getting sick.

I once believed if I took care of my body with physical exercise and good health habits it would take care of me in the long run. Now I’m not so sure. No antidotes exist for growing older, unforgiving gravity, and the inevitability of declining physical health.

While sitting at my doctor’s office, I noticed a health advisory poster from the regional healthcare provider. The message was medical in nature, but the depth of the questions and answers took my mind to the spiritual realm.

The poster posed three questions:

  • What is my main problem?
  • What do I need to do?
  • Why is it important for me to do this?

In the medical field, sicknesses range from the common cold to a life-threatening illness. Some suffer from chronic or terminal illnesses. These questions are real and lead a person to face his or her health issues and subsequent treatment.

However, the same questions are significant in the spiritual realm. Self discovery in answering them has eternal implications. Honest self-assessment is the key. Even Jesus said He couldn’t help those who didn’t think they had a problem. Denying a spiritual problem solves nothing. Denying the truth doesn’t change it.

Finding accurate and unbiased answers to the spiritual problem is paramount. Imagine a doctor who didn’t want to hurt a patient’s feelings with bad news. Or worse, a timid surgeon. Though truthful answers may be painful, they describe the solution.

Action is also necessary. Acknowledging a spiritual problem and finding an accurate diagnosis are useless unless we submit to the recommended treatment. The world is hurting and doesn’t know why. We need encouragement to apply unfiltered and untarnished truth to our lives.

Believers should let their lights shine to others as they share God’s truth candidly, yet lovingly. We can be Jesus to those around us so they are drawn to His marvelous truth and life.

Be the spiritual treatment for a sick, lost, and dying world. 

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Faith Amidst Suffering

I often wonder why bad things happen to good people. How I answer this question often dictates the direction of my spiritual journey. I submit to God’s will, or I rebel.

My older brother was once a healthy and obedient child, but now he is confined to a wheelchair, unable to care for himself. The condition that robbed his vitality has not deprived his mind. I can only imagine the questions that race through his head as he lies immobilized in his bed. Why? Why me? What could I have done differently?

Job asked these same questions as he faced similar sufferings. Job had a blameless and upright nature. He feared God and turned away from evil. Yet he wasn’t immune to suffering. The loss of his family, possessions, and health left him in despair.

We have a natural tendency to question suffering. In Job chapter 38, God answers Job’s questions—and ours—even though we might have difficulty accepting it. God tells Job He is in control and that Job doesn’t need to understand the reasons for his suffering. If Job cannot comprehend the foresight it took to create the earth, then he cannot comprehend the foresight it took to order his life. Although Job doubts God’s providence, he brings these doubts to God in prayer. He refused to curse God for his sufferings and is later rewarded for his faithfulness.

God puts us all through tests of faith. Our job is not to question them but rather to remain faithful and trust in an all-loving and all-powerful God.

Let God stretch your trust level through your trials. 

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Recently, a close friend and dear sister set out on her own path of faith.

Her path is one only she can see from the vantage point of her unique personal situation. It isn't a path all of us could understand, nor, I suspect, were meant to. The path is for her and her alone.

The Wise Men, or Magi, were learned men . . . men of knowledge of their generation and place. For centuries, since the time of Daniel, their order had watched for a sign in the sky. And finally, it was there. The Star of the Savior of mankind shone brightly. Imagining the joy they must have felt is impossible.

Far to the West, in the small hamlet of Bethlehem in the land of the Jews, a baby had been born to a virgin. He would be known by many names, but to these waiting, watching, and joyous Wise Men he was King, Savior, and Lord of all Mankind. They immediately began to prepare for their journey to the West to find and honor Him. 

The Wise Men knew the path they were to take, but to those outside their order, their preparations must have seemed bizarre. To all the drivers, guards, and others who made up the caravan that brought the Magi and their gifts to the newborn King, this months-long journey probably made no sense at all. 

Like the Wise Men from the Orient, my friend alone knows the meaning of the star guiding her. I will miss her a lot. But her star is guiding her on a different path than we had imagined a year ago. And I respect that. I have to let her go . . . just as a lot of us have to let people go.

Safe travels, my sister. Follow your star. You will always have my prayers, my love, and my unquestioning support. 

“May the Lord bless you and protect you. May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you. May the Lord show you His favor and give you His peace.”

Pray for those God leads on different paths. 

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Flooding Waters Cannot Quench Love

As I watched the devastating flood waters of Hurricane Harvey surge through Houston and the surrounding areas, I was horrified by their powerful, damaging, and unforgiving effects. Human attempts against such force seem feeble—and usually are futile.

As I considered the devastation, God brought Scriptures to mind related to flooding waters. Song of Solomon 8:7 shows the power of love. In the intimacy of marriage, passionate, burning love can withstand attempts to quench it. This correlation signifies the power love holds over those consumed by it.

Isaiah 59:19 reflects a spiritual reference to flooding waters: “When the enemy comes in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord will lift up a standard against him.” Our enemy is powerful—a roaring, rushing torrent with intent to steal, kill, and destroy. He rushes about with deceit, distraction, and destruction. Just like flood waters, he values nothing nor does he play favorites or give anyone a break.

And yet we can withstand the enemy’s malicious tide. The impenetrable, non-eroding seawall of the Spirit of the Lord takes precedence and power over Satan and his nasty attempts. When Satan tries to erode our faith, we rest and trust in the Spirit of the Lord. When his flood waters swell, we find safety under God’s almighty wings. But just like an earthly flood, recognizing the flood warnings and immediately seeking shelter is critical.

Jesus is the standard raised against our enemy. He is love and lovingly gave His life as a ransom for us. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. He is a fountain springing up within us, never a destroying flood. His banner over us is love. He is our shelter.

God gives His conquering power of love over spiritual flooding. If we wonder whether any flood can dampen, quench, or separate us from the source of our love, the answer is found in Romans 8:38-39: Never!

Hurricanes may blow and flood waters may rise, but your safety lies behind the seawall of God’s never-ending love.

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Solomon, Browning, and Life

As a teenager, I fell in love with Robert Browning’s words:

“Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith ‘A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!’”

My love for those words increases with each new life stage. Although Browning sounds far more optimistic than the author of Ecclesiastes, they reach a similar conclusion: Remain focused on God, on what God can do through our lives, and on the meaning God offers from beginning to end.

For years, I was a social worker and couldn’t imagine doing anything else. The work was stressful and the hours horrible, but I loved it. I also believed God called me to it, and I had no intention of leaving . . . ever. Yet, after almost thirty years, God told me clearly it was time for something else. I had no idea what that was but believed His promise that everything would be okay.

Initially, I thought I would spend more time on mission trips, a long-held passion, but that door closed as well. However, as each door closed, another opened—not as fast as I might have chosen, but in God’s time and in God’s way.

At the urging of a fellow church member, my husband and I served as a friendship family to international university students. Some stay in our home. Others visit for meals or special events.

I also rekindled an earlier interest in writing. Not long after I began writing again, my husband suffered the first in a series of health crises. God has amazed us by the way our family’s experiences and challenges have ministered to others through my written words.

Once again, I can’t imagine doing anything else. I have no idea what the future holds. No one does. As Solomon says, I’ve reached “the conclusion of the matter.” Along with Browning, I will “trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”

Trust God, enjoy life, and don’t be afraid. 

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Overcoming Obstacles for the Cause

“Your articles are horrible.”

Although the call was more than ten years ago, I remember it well because it was so mean. A magazine had just published a series of articles I wrote about a fledgling industry. I was getting a lot of encouraging feedback. Then, in the middle of the good, came this phone call.

As it turned out, a struggling public relations professional with a temper—who was mad I hadn’t interviewed his client—made the call. His client didn’t fit my employer’s needs. Even though I knew I had done the right thing, the call stung. Criticism in any shape or form is difficult to handle, especially if it seems unjust.

We can learn a lot about unfair opposition from Nehemiah. He was cupbearer to King Artaxerxes during the time of the Jewish exile. While he was interred far away in the ancient city of Susa, news came to him about his homeland. Jerusalem’s walls and gates were in ruins.

Nehemiah fasted and prayed to the Lord, beseeching Him for favor with the Persian king. He then waited for the right opportunity to approach the throne. He asked for time off to return to Jerusalem, for accommodations for safe passage, and for lumber to complete the wall rebuilding project. “And because the gracious hand of my God was upon me, the king granted my requests (2:8).”

Just because the Lord ordains our work doesn’t mean it will be stress free. Before the work started, three men vocally opposed Nehemiah—accusing him of inciting rebellion. The opposition continued throughout the project. Naysayers rose up from the Ammonites and the men of Ashdod, but Nehemiah comforted himself and his workers: “The Lord will fight for us” (4:20). With God’s help, the wall was completed in fifty-two days.

Sometimes a godly calling or passion grows dim because of opposition. We take the critics to heart or perhaps the work feels more challenging or less rewarding than expected.

If you are discouraged today, let Nehemiah’s story encourage you to keep pressing forward. “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up” (Galatians 6:9). 

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New Year’s Contentment

I only knew him fifteen years, but never saw him dissatisfied.

My mom’s dad—Pappy we called him—died a few weeks after I turned fifteen. Although I only knew him a short time, I never detected dissatisfaction in his life.

My grandfather enjoyed small-farm living. He relished in his old farmhouse instead of building a nice new home. A small, red tractor and field hands worked his farm. He didn’t need to go into debt to buy fancy farm equipment. Even though he owned two vehicles—a truck for him and a car for my grandmother—he bought them used. He also contented himself with hundreds of acres of land rather than thousands.

I never saw Pappy get in a hurry, no matter what dotted the day’s agenda. He rose early in the morning, sat on the porch to watch the sun rise, and then ambled down to the small-town store to talk with fellow farmers. He never drove over twenty-five miles per hour. He lived life with little, but enjoyed the most from every moment.

Paul learned the same trick. Sometimes, he had much. At other times, he had little. Regardless, he learned contentment regardless of his circumstances.

I’ve not always mimicked my grandfather . . . or Paul. I’ve piled up debt trying to have what others have, attempting to get stuff I thought would make me happy. But the older I get, the more I realize gratification isn’t about possessions.

Satisfaction lies in wanting what God wants for me. God blesses some with large amounts of money and material possessions. Others barely have enough to get by. Why the difference, I don’t know—and God doesn’t say. Our job is being content with what He gives.

When we learn not to let others’ demands control us—it’s called peer pressure—we’ll enjoy serenity. Only what God pressures us to have and do is important.

Contentment also comes when we want those things that advance God’s Kingdom. Ultimately, that’s our primary responsibility and the thing that leads to fulfillment, regardless of our life situation.

Nor should trials affect our happiness. They are temporary, controlled by God, and have purpose. Seeing them through those lenses helps us endure them without losing our serenity.

This year, let God teach you how to enjoy contentment, regardless of what comes your way.

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“Opa?” asked my thirteen-year-old grandson, Caleb. 

“Yes?” I answered. For eleven years, my lovely wife Charlotte and I have raised him, and I have been Opa to him.

Caleb continued, “Can I have an XBox One for Christmas?” 

I pondered this a minute and answered, “Why?” You see, Caleb has a perfectly good Xbox 360, the previous model to the newer XBox One. 

"Well," Caleb answered, "the XBox One does stuff the 360 doesn't." 

"Let me ask you something," I answered. "Is your 360 broke?" I knew it wasn't. He spent too much time on it.

“Nooooo,” he answered finally. “The new one just does more." 

"Well, big guy, just because it has a lot of shiny bells and whistles and might look sharper, it still basically doesn't do anything your XBox 360 can't do. I'd like a new car with backup cameras and push-button start, but the one we have still works fine. We can't replace something that expensive just for new bells and whistles," I told him.

He looked downcast for a minute and then looked up at me. "So that would be a no?"

"That would be a no." 

We like to say Christmas isn't about all the gifts and giving. And that’s true. But there’s more to it. Christmas is also about the greatest gift ever given. God gave to us—His lost and helpless children—the only thing in the entire universe He only had one of: His Son, Jesus. The infant child who can become our Lord, Savior, and Redeemer. If God can give us the greatest gift ever, then the gifts I give at Christmas are just types and shadows. 

Have you embraced the love of the Father’s Christmas gift to you? If not, open that gift right now, and accept Jesus into your heart.

One last note. Tomorrow, on Christmas morning, Caleb is going to happily open his presents. In the joy of the moment, he will have completely forgotten about the gift he didn’t get . . . until he opens that last present with the XBox One in it. 

Shhhhhhh … don’t tell him!

Merry Christmas!!!

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Birth Announcement

Imagine the scene of Jesus’ birth.

The Son of our glorious God was about to enter the world. But no marching band, no atmosphere of celebration, no special edition of the newspaper, and no CNN 24/7 television news coverage were present. Nothing took place to herald the royal birth.

God sent His Son’s birth announcement through angels. Even then, the angels didn’t appear at a place like Times Square in New York City, the site of universal celebration on New Year’s Eve. On that holy evening, God didn’t send angels to heads of state, kings or queens, or city mayors.

Rather, God selected a field three-quarters of a mile west of Bethlehem. The quiet countryside, dotted with sheep asleep for the night, lit up with blazing heavenly lights that pierced the darkness. God brought attention to His birth announcement in the presence of flocks of sheep and the men who tended them, not in the presence of prominence.

God sent His Son as the ultimate sacrifice for the world’s sins, and He wanted to make sure the news would be shared. If He had chosen to give the news to the ruling class, they might have thought too highly of themselves and greedily kept it to themselves, reasoning that only the elite deserved such news.

But God knew what He was doing. He knew who would appreciate the news and who would share it. The angels told the shepherds where they could find the new baby, but they didn’t command them to travel there. After the angels left, the shepherds discussed the news and went with haste to find Joseph, Mary, and the babe.

You, too, can be like the eager shepherds and rush to tell the news the angels heralded. The Bible gives us the Good News, and with modern conveniences we can share it more easily than the shepherds did.

This Christmas season, share the news of Jesus’ birth with someone. 

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Sacrifice of Praise

Two days off from work and I was ready.

My supervisor had been upset all week—stressed because of a personal problem—and appeared to take her anger out on me. As I pulled into my driveway one Friday, I was thankful the work week had ended.

I was driving a friend’s car because my old car was in the shop again. As I sat in the driveway, I reached into my purse for my door key—but it wasn’t there. It was inside the locked house.

Winter had arrived, and snow covered the ground. Wearing high heels, I slipped and stumbled through several inches of snow to a building for my stepladder. Carrying it back, I placed it under a kitchen window.

I pried off the screen and crawled through the window. As I did, the phone rang. Hurrying to answer it, I hit my arm. Picking up the receiver while rubbing my aching arm, I tried not to cry as I received more frustrating news.

After hanging up the phone, I sat at the kitchen table realizing I had two choices. I could give in to despair or praise God despite my problems. I chose the latter. My praise became a gift of sacrifice to my Lord.

Offering praise is the fruit of our lips, and God lovingly accepts our offering. He blesses when we willingly offer our praise to Him.

Eventually, the car problems were solved and tensions at work eased.

When you are tossed upon a turbulent sea of stress and fear, choose to offer God a sacrifice of praise.

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Seeking the Gift or the Giver

Why we follow God is crucial to our spiritual journey. 

When I worked with YWAM, we did an evangelistic outreach on July 4th at the National Mall in Washington, DC. We gave away chicken to draw people to our table so we could share Christ with them. Two hippies walked past our table. While one of them munched on a piece of chicken, I heard him say, “Yeah, just tell them you love Jesus and they will give you one.” I didn’t see the other guy come back, but if he did it would have been about his stomach, not his heart.

Jesus saw through the hypocrisy of many who sought Him. They pursued the temporal blessings rather than the eternal ones. They cared more about the gift than the giver.

I once attended a church where we believed God heard and answered prayers. People came with many needs. Some needed physical healing, others had marital problems, and still others needed financial miracles. On many occasions, God met those needs. But sometimes He didn’t.

Attendance waivered for some who didn’t have their prayers answered. Then we didn’t see them at all. Perhaps they were seeking the gift more than the giver.

Anytime we want what we can get from God more than we want God, we create an idol in our lives. Parents love to bless their children, but there are times when giving them what they want may not be the most loving thing to do. God also occasionally withholds from His children out of love.

God is good all the time. He is loving when He answers our prayers, when He says wait, and when He says no. Don’t love God only for what you can get from Him. Love Him because He is a loving Father. Seek the giver, not the gift. 

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Giving Thanks in All Circumstances

Let Him Say So

Routine. In prison routine is everything.

Perceived safety comes by having everything happen the same way day after day, week after week, month after month . . . and yes, year after year. There is safety in what is expected. The unexpected, the un-routine, gets you hurt. When daily routines go off the tracks, stress levels skyrocket. 

Another stressful time for anyone incarcerated are the holidays. The loss of family and holiday traditions play tricks with a man's head. I know. They did with mine. The memories of Thanksgivings past haunted me. At the same time, those memories blinded me to any sense of thanksgiving in my present circumstances. 

But giving thanks in all circumstances was exactly what the Word said I should do—especially in prison. The Word is filled with examples of thankful praise in prison. The Lord brought this home the first Thanksgiving of my incarceration. On that morning, an early announcement that we had the day off and that the chow hall would not be open for breakfast turned my world upside down. Instead, the chow hall would open at 10:00 am and remain open until 3:00 pm. We could go through the chow line as many times as we wanted. And not a chow line with the usual barely edible institutional food we were used to. Real roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, rolls, and fresh salad greeted us. All we could eat. 

That night as I stretched out on my bunk after the lights went out—still so full I could barely move—I thanked God for bringing alive His word. And I thought about what I had to be thankful for: I was breathing, my stomach was full, I had family who loved me, and most importantly, I had Jesus, the Son of the Living God, who loved me. Me . . . Kevin Spencer. Wow. And what could I say to Him, but, “Thank You, Lord.”

Your circumstances are never bigger than your thanksgivings. What are you thankful for today?

Let Her Say So

I must have looked like a caged tiger trying to shake off a tranquilizer, as I paced around the outer parameters of my jail cell.

It was the week of Thanksgiving, and I was certain no judge in that small southern town would be available to release me so I could be with my young son for the holiday. A lower bond was my only chance. I got lucky. By Christmas, however, I faced a similar predicament, with a twist.  I was innocent this time, but it was the most serious crime I had ever been accused of.  

I didn’t know it, but the road ahead was a journey I couldn’t avoid. Walking laps helped release my anger, but it was no escape from the magnitude of my situation. I knew I was losing everything, I knew I’d be a convicted felon, and I knew life would never be close to normal again. I was right.

Every year at this time, we’re encouraged to give thanks. As a Christian, I have struggled and prayed over this. I love you, Lord, but you know my life stinks! Please don’t expect me to be thankful. I ain’t feelin’ it.  

One lesson I’ve learned is to leave my feelings out of it. When I do, all is well with my soul.  When feelings take over, I have an ungrateful heart that is cold and indifferent to God’s mercy and love. Still, I’ve never been sure how to give thanks for “everything” without being pretentious.  One day I received a simple answer. We are to give thanks in all circumstances, not for all circumstances. 

It made sense. I’m sure the apostle Paul never said, “Thank you, Father, for these irritating chains and iron manacles ripping into my wrists and legs.” But Paul did praise God through his suffering. The prophet Daniel also gave thanks when he learned evil men wanted to destroy him. They were doing what is asked of every Christian: enduring hardships with gratitude, having faith, and being thankful.   

With Jesus in my heart, I always have something to be thankful for. I didn’t like falling, but I praise God for raising me up. I miss every lost year with my child, but I’m so thankful to God for my son’s precious life. 

Choose to be thankful—regardless of your circumstances.

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In Control, Even in Chaos

Sometimes, conditions are perfect for massive storms to develop in our lives.

In 1979, a tropical disturbance formed in the Pacific. Initially, the storm was too small to name, but several meteorological conditions fueled it, and it soon morphed into Super Typhoon Tip. At its peak, the system stretched more than thirteen hundred miles, making it the most massive storm of all time.

As they sat down to eat their meal, they looked up and saw a caravan of Ishmaelites coming from Gilead. Their camels were loaded with spices, balm and myrrh, and they were on their way to take them down to Egypt.This verse reminds us that when the world feels as if it’s crumbling and everything seems to be going wrong, God is still in control. Joseph was dumped in a cistern by his brothers. Reuben, the oldest, intended to rescue him later, but when he momentarily stepped away, Joseph’s other brothers sold him as a slave to a band of Ishmaelites passing by on their way to Egypt.

Joseph was thirty when he entered Pharaoh’s service—fifteen years after he was sold. During those years, heartache occurred. Joseph may have had sleepless nights when he thought, If only my dad hadn’t given me that coat, elevating me above my brothers. If only I hadn’t shared the dreams that made my brothers jealous. If only Reuben had come back sooner. If only those Ishmaelites hadn’t passed by. If only ...

Ultimately, Joseph’s pain was purposeful. God was in control—even in the moment when everything went wrong and he was sold as a slave. We know this from Joseph’s own testimony. When he was reunited with his brothers many years later, he told them, “It was to save lives that God sent me ahead of you.”

Our life storms may start off small, but as negative moments, words, and decisions build, they can morph into massive storms.

If you are going through difficult times where everything seems to be going wrong, or if you are struggling with regret because of the what ifs, remember God will use your pain for His glory. It is not senseless.

Lean into God for comfort during your storms. Ask Him to reveal His purpose in your pain.

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Receiving the Moments

Stepping forward to shake the hand of one of my favorite authors, my heart quivered to think I was actually talking to her.

With clumsy words tumbling from my lips, I knelt beside her chair for a picture. Then, my movements became as awkward as my words. Losing my footing, I grabbed the end table beside me to catch my balance, but the table—including the large plant it held, along with me in my clumsy glory—fell headlong into an empty fireplace. Fortunately, the scene was only witnessed by a few dozen people, the friend who invited me to the event, and Elizabeth Elliot.

That moment met with embarrassment and found me mentally slapping myself for not being able to hold myself together for a few minutes. Yet the story it gave me to tell always brings laughter. And laughter itself is a gift.

Tiny moments of life impact our hearts. An interaction doesn’t go the way we hoped, and the spirit we meet it with has the potential to carry us either into a corner where we are left hiding or into a state of brokenness. In my brokenness, I don’t deny the way I feel but rather receive my feelings as a gift from God for His purpose and in His timing. And this within the beautiful day He has made.

Many times, I’ve hidden when such feelings met me, and still God waits for me to boldly show Him my awkward pieces. His comfort always makes me fresh again.  

For every instance the Enemy hopes to back us into a corner, God waits for us in the sweet broken place. The day is His and we should rejoice.

Hold your moments loosely, knowing the day belongs to God. In the end, doing so will give you the gift of gladness—maybe even laughter.     

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Jealousy's Offspring

Where the gospel is concerned, success always breeds opposition.

Resistance to truth is conceived in the human heart through jealousy, and slander births it. The human heart inclines itself towards pride, which makes us elevate ourselves by denigrating others. 

Paul and Barnabas preached with much success in Antioch. Almost the entire city turned out to hear them. But the Jewish leaders resisted Paul and Barnabas—not because of their message but because of their popular teaching.

The gospel has a polarizing effect. A person either accepts it or organizes himself against it. Christians should never be surprised by the reaction to their message. The question is how we respond to accusations. We should never fight pride with pride. Our weapons for warfare are mighty, but not carnal. Our battle is not against flesh and blood but against principalities and powers in heavenly places (Ephesians 6:12 NLT). If we allow the Enemy to entice us to fight the conflict on his level, the battle becomes about people and personalities. Even when we win, we lose.

Overcoming slander with more slander is like fighting fire with fire—it produces a larger blaze. Humility—which is strength under control—is better. Doing so brings credibility to our message.

Pastor Alistair Begg once said, “To return evil for good is devilish. To return good for good is human. To return good for evil is divine.” Sometimes, actions speak louder than words. Winning a soul is more important than winning an argument.

Jealousy and strife’s offspring, slander, never bring people to Christ. Don’t fall into the trap of slandering those who accuse you. 

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Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So - Words

Let Him Say So

In my whole life, I had never heard my dad use profanity—except once. 

I was twelve years old, and my family had been camping on the Blue Ridge Parkway at Mount Pisgah. We pulled out, and Dad was in line waiting to get gas at the pumps in front of the little camp store that served the campground. My younger brother, David, was in the front seat between Mom and Dad. I was in the back, sandwiched between my grandparents who had camped with us. 

Behind the car, Dad towed our Starcraft pop-up camper. The parking lot on top of 5000-foot Pisgah ridge is constricted where the camp store and gas pumps are. This particular Sunday afternoon in October, it was crowded with leaf-peepers, day-trippers, and people visiting the famous Pisgah Inn Restaurant. 

Suddenly, a car to our left backed straight toward us. Dad threw our Ford wagon in gear, but there was nowhere to go. We were hemmed in, and the driver of the other car paid no attention. Dad went to plan B and leaned on the horn. The other car skidded to a halt with only inches to spare from Dad’s driver door. Dad rolled his window down and cut loose with a string of profanity I had never heard him utter before, or since. Mom gasped while my grandfather quietly chuckled under his breath.

When I came home from prison to my parents’ house—despite my Christian heart—I had a foul mouth. Seven years in that hell of a sewer rubbed off on me in ways I didn’t even recognize. I had acquired the gutter language of prison.

It didn’t take long in the Christian home of my parents before my cussing sounded wretched in my ears . . . a stink in my nostrils . . . and I made the conscious effort to clean up my speech. My parents never said a word about it; they simply led by example.

We are new spirits as born-again Christians, but this fallen world can rub off on us in ways which we may never notice if we don’t constantly wash ourselves in God’s Word. Make sure your wedding clothes are ready for the Lord's return and His Great Wedding with His church.

Let Her Say So

Shut . . . up . . . !

Several expletives joined with those two words as I yelled through the vent at a woman in the next cell. I had been alone in solitary confinement for months, with no one occupying the only other cell in my isolated pod. Who was this woman? I wondered.

I didn’t grow up with that kind of potty mouth. In fact, certain words were so vulgar they never flowed past my lips. Somewhere in life, that changed. I couldn’t see the evil that had taken root in me. The world had become a disappointment, and my situation and other people were to blame. I simply reacted. 

The lady next to me had plenty of troubles—mental issues among them. She spoke with multiple (non-existent) people, making it hard for me to maintain my own sanity. Her constant chatter drove me over the edge. Although she only had a $100 bond, no one cared enough to get her out. And I had no compassion.  

Jesus taught us that everything that flows from the mouth originates from the heart. Without Christ, hate came from my heart. I was blinded by it. Hate pushed every button in me, from persistent anger to depression. 

After becoming a Christian, one of the first things I prayed for was that God would clean up my gutter language. Not many other things changed quickly, but my speech did. I felt God’s goodness in me. My words were, and are, an indication of what is in my heart. An evil man has an evil treasure in his heart, and out of it brings forth evil things (Mathew 12:35).

Not many days pass when I don’t think about the women I met in prison. I want prople to know what I discovered: words are the spontaneous manifestation of our true character. Real change begins with inviting Jesus Christ into our heart. 

If we ask, Jesus will carry us through our troubles and strengthen our resolve against the battles of our flesh. He will stand guard over our tongues so we’ll speak words of love and not hate.

Ask God to help you be justified—not condemned—by your words.  

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Trusting Strangers, Doubting God

I allowed a total stranger to place a drill into my mouth.

I’d been having a problem with a tooth for several weeks. Eventually, I stopped ignoring it and made a dental appointment. The dentist, who had just joined the dental group, examined my tooth and discovered a loose filling that needed replacing. With several sharp and noisy instruments, she began the procedure. Afterward, she gave me instructions and told me to return in a few weeks.

Later, it dawned on me how much we trust total strangers. I had never met this woman, yet I let her perform an uncomfortable procedure. We hop onto airplanes and into taxis operated by people we’ve never met. Complete strangers come into our homes to maintain our furnaces and install appliances. We take medicines prepared by people we don’t know.

So why do we have a hard time trusting God or believing a promise He’s given? Jesus’ disciples felt this tension. They encountered Jesus on a mountain after His resurrection. Although the risen Savior was in their presence, some doubted.

Our tendency to favor the material and natural over the immaterial and supernatural is a barrier to trusting God consistently. God knows this and has given us a resource to combat our tendency: faith. Jesus talked about its power often: “For I assure you: If you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will tell this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you” (Matthew 17:20 HCSB).

Tiny faith does mighty things–even the tough stuff like trusting God in difficult circumstances or continuing to believe Him for a promise you’ve been awaiting for years. Doing so isn’t easy, but possible. To His children, “God has distributed a measure of faith to each one” (Romans 12:3b HCSB).

Let God teach you how to trust Him in all situations. 

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Living Waters

I wonder if living waters flow from me.

An old man lived in the Alpine forest, high above a village. The village hired him to clear rubbish from pools of water which fed the stream that flowed through the town. Faithfully, he removed leaves, branches, and accumulated silt that contaminated the fresh-water flow. The town possessed such a beautiful, clear stream that it became a popular tourist attraction.

One year, the town council questioned the salary paid to this obscure keeper of the stream and voted to cut expenses by eliminating his position. When fall arrived, trees shed their leaves and small branches snapped off and fell into the pools, impeding the flow of water. Within a few weeks, a slimy film covered sections of water and villagers detected a foul odor. Tourists left and some residents became ill. 

Realizing their error, the town council called a special meeting and rehired the keeper of the stream. Soon, the stream cleared and life in the town returned to normal.

When I heard this story, I thought about my stream and the debris that clogs it. Habits, gossip, pride, unforgiveness. Rotten leaves create a dam and keep water from flowing.

I understood my goal was to be so connected with Christ that living waters flowed from me so others may know Him. And I thought about Christ being the keeper who removes what litters my stream.

The danger of no keeper is subtle at first. I may not notice the fresh and flowing water becoming stagnant and still. But eventually, leaves of self and sin pile up, stink, and rot. Just like the town council, I can choose to value the role of the keeper and allow Him to work or I can let my stream stay clogged with stink and slime. 

The keeper of the stream is always willing to clean up our mess. He never walks away muttering, “You get what you deserve.” Rather, He lovingly removes the debris and encourages us to flow again. He loves us unconditionally and died to pay the penalty for our sin, junk, and debris.

Let the keeper of the stream remove anything that prevents your living waters from flowing to others. 

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The Right Side

Getting stuck in a life rut is a common problem.

Life begins to feel mundane—as if it lacks substance. This emotion makes us feel insignificant and diminishes the reality of our importance to people around us.

The disciples were seasoned fishermen with generations of experience. Peter had multiple boats with fishermen who worked for him, and he knew the sea well. But he was having a bad day fishing and was about to give up. Jesus saw the rut Peter was in and said, “Throw out your net on the right-hand side of the boat, and you’ll get some!”

Peter and the others obeyed Jesus and caught so many fish their nets could not hold them. But the real truth comes from Peter’s obedience. He chose to humble himself, listen to the voice of the Lord, and try something new. The fish were just on the other side of where he was looking. 

Sometimes what we are striving for is in a different place. We get comfortable in our routines and with our own wisdom when what we’re looking for is where we are already standing.

Peter was exhausted but listened to the wisdom of the Lord. Our efforts are not without reward and our wisdom is not without treasure. We only have to change our approach to see what we are searching for.

Joy can be found in our children, instead of a great career promotion. Satisfaction can be found in what we have and not in what we are seeking. Prosperity can be found in the treasures the Lord has placed in our lives and the love He has wrapped us in.

The thing you are looking for may be on the other side of where you are currently looking. Change the way you think about life, and see the great blessings on the “right” side. 

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Out of School Life into Life's School

Graduation is the high point in many people’s lives.

After years of studying and attending a variety of classes, graduation brought me to the end of that stage in my life. When I graduated from high school, our class motto was, “Out of School Life into Life’s School.” The slogan had a nice ring to it, but little did we know how true those words would become.

Many years have passed since I received my diploma and said “Good-bye” to my classmates and teachers. During those years, I have experienced many things. I’ve attained an education never dreamed of. Some experiences were happy—such as becoming a wife and a mother. Other experiences included heartache, health problems, and disappointments.

After a heart-breaking crisis when my husband left me for another woman, I claimed Romans 8:28: “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (NIV).

Christ never promised Christians a life free of bad things. He did, however, promise that He would walk with us through whatever we encounter—the good and the bad.

We do nonbelievers an injustice by telling them, “If you give your life to Jesus Christ, your life will be all roses and no thorns.” But we can give them a promise, which those who have lived for the Lord have discovered: Jesus Christ is always faithful.

I have found this promise to be true. As I’ve walked through other sorrows and disappointments, I have never walked alone. The Lord has always been by my side.

God will be with you also—through the valleys and the mountain-top experiences. As long as you live, you will be educated in life’s school, and you will discover school is always in session.

Never stop learning in the school of life. 

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Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So - Blinders

Let Him Say So…

A few years into my incarceration, I managed to get handcuffed and shoved into a security cell. Popular culture would call it “the hole.” We called it “jail.” The idea of a jail inside a prison might strike some as silly. However, in a population of men with serious impulse control issues, there will always be a need for a place to lock people away . . . even inside a prison.

I was here because a tool I was responsible for was missing—a high-end pair of bolt cutters that would go through chain link wire like a welding torch through a hula-hoop. I had no idea what happened to them.

After a couple of days—and a pleasant question and answer session with the head of security—I was suddenly released. The bolt cutters turned up in the possession of a trusted co-worker. He confessed to stealing them and admitted I was innocent. 

The man was charged with theft and put in protective custody. Although scheduled to be transferred to another prison, someone in security screwed up. The day before his transfer, he was released back into the general population with the four men he almost caused to lose everything: our jobs, our room/cells in the honor dorm, and our earned "good time." The incident could have added years to our sentences if we had been charged. 

There on the prison yard in front of us, big as life, was this fool. His kind of indiscretion isn’t just shoved under the rug in prison. There needs to be an accounting, or you are seen as weak—dogfood.

What happened next wasn’t pretty. Without unnecessary details, honor was restored and retribution satisfied. The man was allowed to run back to protective custody until he was transferred away. Despite the godfather face I wore as the leader, I was troubled. It wasn’t until I read King David’s reply to Nathan that my hypocrisy was driven into my heart. 

I had been forgiven, and by God’s miraculous hand I was seeing my forty-six-year sentence melt away week by week. Yet, given the opportunity to spare and forgive this man, I urged on the wolves instead. I felt sick. I had failed my Father and Lord.

But like King David, God picked me up and restored me. I can hear His longsuffering sigh though: “Child, what were you thinking?”

Thank the Lord His love is beyond understanding and His forgiveness is eternal.

Let Her Say So…

David was furious. “As surely as the Lord lives,” he vowed, “any man who would do such a thing deserves to die!” 2 Samuel 12:5 NLT

Over twenty years of meth use had taken her front teeth.

This is the woman sent to condemn me? As all ninety pounds of her wailed in my face, she put on a show for the other inmates. However, I wasn’t foolish enough to be baited into a fight. I listened with disgust as this tiny, toothless woman pranced around spewing accusations. Who was she? That woman obviously neglected her children through drug abuse.  

I was arrested on fugitive charges—wanted in another jurisdiction for an incomprehensible charge of attempted child abduction. The guards warned me against discussing anything with other inmates, but the story was sensationalized all over the news. They knew more than I did. 

I did know one thing. No one was looking for explanations that day. Not them. Not law enforcement. Not even me. My only response to this woman was a rhetorical question, "What happened to your teeth?" 

I knew I was innocent, but when you’ve been arrested, perception matters, not truth. To the women that day, and to a community whose bandwagon they jumped on, I was guilty. 

Those days are forever etched into my conscience and serve to reprimand words I speak in judgment of others. The prophet Nathan was that reminder to King David when he eloquently revealed David’s faults in a parable. 

Outraged by the selfish, heartless man Nathan spoke of, David condemned him to death. I can easily put myself in David’s shoes as Nathan reveals to him, “Thou art the man.” I see young mothers daily who struggle with issues like drug abuse and poor decision making. I question why they deserve their children more than I do mine. But, who am I? The answer is the same one Nathan gave in response to David’s rebuke—Thou art the woman condemned by her own tongue many times.  

Like David, my suffering was caused by my own vices. I have been a liar, a thief, and many other things not physically manifested. Instinctively, I believed I was a good person and a good mother. But good was never enough to erase the corrupt nature of my character.  

If your harshest condemnation of others happens when you’re most indulgent in your own sin, you may be judging yourself. Be like David after he recognized his sin. Own it.  

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Babbling at the Savior's Feet

Reasoning with a nine-month-old child can be tough.

Each day when I leave for work, my daughter wails for me. Having not yet fully grasped that something out of sight can still exist, she isn’t sure when or if I will be back.

Returning home proves an even worse experience. She is delighted at first, and it warms my momma heart to see her excitement as she realizes I have come home to her. Her little hands slap at the floor. She bounces up and down, awaiting my arms to lift her to me.

But this joyous reunion is short-lived. Incessant fussing and whining are ushered in for the remaining hours before bedtime. I am told she plays, smiles, babbles, and explores all day long while I am away. It is frustrating that her caregiver gets to see the cute and happy baby while I get the leftovers. 

I can’t help but wonder if this is how God feels about me. I stand and cheer at sporting events, throwing my hands in the air in excitement. Then I fall into bed at night in exhaustion and give what is left over to the King. I fuss, whine, and complain to the Creator, giving Him a laundry list of tasks to complete for me: “God, take care of this, do that, heal him, fix her…” 

My Savior cares about those requests. He tells me to cast my cares on Him. In a greater way than I care when my little one is upset, He cares for me. I also know that just as I long to see my daughter’s eyes fill with wonder when she looks at me—and to hear her laughter and babbling more than her fitting and fussing—so Jesus wants to spend those moments with me. He wants moments when I stand in awe of Him—when I throw my hands in the air in excitement to be in His presence. He wants to watch my eyes fill with wonder as I enter into His gates and babble happily at His feet.

God deserves and desires my first fruits, not my leftovers. He is worthy of my praise and thanksgiving!

Try babbling at the feet of your heavenly Father. 

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A Father's Sacrifice

As a young child, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and homemade gravy was our Sunday meal. Today, I still crave my mama’s fried chicken—a dish I can’t duplicate. Maybe it was the little can of grease sitting on the stove that gave it that extra flavor.

Years after the passing of my father, I mentioned to my mom how I couldn’t believe Dad really liked the chicken backs. A huge grin covered her face. She said, “He didn’t, but he ate them so you kids would have the best pieces.” That day, I saw a tiny glimpse of the sacrifice my father had made over the years.

The central event of the Christian faith is Jesus’ death on the cross. His Father’s sacrifice to all of us so we would have the best. He paid the price for our sins. Through His grace, we are allowed to have a relationship with the Father. Jesus’ death and resurrection are the only things that allow us to enter heaven.

My dad sacrificing his wants at our Sunday meal was the central event for me at our dinner table. Unfortunately, for years that sacrifice went unnoticed.

Let’s all remember the great sacrifice our Father in heaven made for us. I can’t even begin to imagine the magnitude of that sacrifice.

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Ultimate Love

Jack wept and wimpered in the other room, her stomach boiling in angst and melancholy.

Jack’s owner—a man who loved and cared for her—had just finished scolding and whipping her for eating a fowl. Now, the much loved and cherished Jack cried without anyone to cuddle her and give her a gentle scratch.

An hour later, the owner gave Jack a soothing call. She answered the call without any grudge or hate but ran majestically while shaking her tail. Since that incident, I've learned a dog's definition of love.

The best friend a man has may turn against him and become his enemy. His child whom he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us—those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name—may become traitors to their faith. A person may lose their money. It can fly away when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action.

The people who are prone to fall on their knees and honor us when success is with us may be the first to throw stones of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. But the one unselfish friend a man can have—the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous—is his dog.

Jesus’ love, however, is superior to a dog’s kind of love. Love that warrants dying for another truly defines the concept of love—ultimate love. How pleasant it would be if our lives reciprocated such love.

Love with ultimate love—not a dog’s love. 

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Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So - Betrayal

Let Him Say So
The Playmate of the Month stretched over three fold-out pages in all her natural and airbrushed glory.

After my cell-partner casually tossed the magazine down on his way out the door, the page flopped open to the centerfold. She stared up at me. I was in the fourth year of incarceration—a long time to live without a woman’s affection.

Shortly after my arrest, I crawled back to the Lord. He welcomed me with open arms. Despite my forty-six-year sentence, I felt He would free me much sooner. I just needed to avoid the prison culture, which was challenging. After all, I was living in hell on earth. I had to survive until freedom came. 

Jesus said, “Anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” In my heart, looking at a Playboy centerfold meant trouble. Though I try my best to honor God’s instruction, my flesh is weak. Biological imperatives that accompany the Y chromosome often take effect before I think. Intellectually, I know a woman’s heart and mind are more important than anything else, but I am still a man—tempted by my flesh and an overwhelming desire to procreate.

Unfortunately, biology has no off switch. A low simmer is the best I can hope for. In my situation, after four long years, it was more like a rolling boil. I tried to ignore her. Impossible!  The centerfold even stared at me through the leather cover of my Bible. After all Jesus did for me, I failed to do as He instructed. I picked up the magazine and gazed longingly at the woman inside.

The price for my sin was guilt, a strong sense of failure, and a shameful knowledge I had dishonored and betrayed Jesus’ Word. In my distress, I heard the Lord say, “One of you will betray me.” I was Judas.

I felt shame and regret. I begged for strength to conquer my flesh. Important in the first step toward repentance, but in itself, not enough. I asked for, and received, forgiveness. 

Knowing Jesus is my Lord and Savior—and that He will forgive me when I ask—may be the only thing that makes me different from a man like Judas.

Don’t betray the Son of Man.

Let Her Say So
Why’d you do it? I thought you loved me.

These uninviting words haunt my dreams. Memories emerge in the night like weeds, choking out the beauty of a previous season. My subconscious mind still searches for answers which may not exist. I run away, but can’t escape the pain of one simple truth: regardless of why, I hurt the people I love. In my darkest days, I was no different than the one Jesus said would betray Him.  

The story of Judas Iscariot is like mine: both reveal the unbelievable depth of Jesus’ love. I felt the same grief and regret Judas must have felt when he threw the thirty pieces of silver at the feet of those Roman soldiers. Their money was worthless.

I desperately wanted to change things—to give back what was never mine and to take back my place in the lives of those I loved. Judas’ story ended at the noose of a rope. Had that been my choice, Jesus never would have taken His place in my heart.

The biggest difference between Judas and us isn’t that he betrayed Jesus and we never could.  Even Peter betrayed Jesus three times. The most significant variance is Judas didn’t believe Jesus was who He said. He had no understanding of Jesus’ love for him or of how quickly he would have been forgiven had he asked.

Judas did nothing that could not or would not be forgiven. His life could have been redeemed, despite his betrayal. Judas’ story is more than we like to admit. He was not simply a biblical character meant to be set apart from the human race and despised. His life is a reflection of our humanity and shows the ability of everyone to do evil acts. On the bright side, his was a life that gave Jesus an opportunity to show His unconditional love in spite of man’s depravity.

When resentment and hatred would have been the human thing for Christ to feel, He manifested the magnificence of God’s love instead. I cling to this hope in the darkness. It’s the type of love I want to imitate.

Jesus never asks why we have done wrong. He asks that we repent and seek His forgiveness. Take the power of hurtful memories away by giving them to Him.

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Out of the Comfort Zone

I looked down at the little rose in my hand. Pink petals looked back at me; the exact kind I had written about in my book. The book Jill hadn’t read yet.

“For me?” I asked.

My new friend smiled as she nodded. I took the potted rose into my hands, grateful for her friendship and thoughtfulness. I had just met Jill, so she had no idea what it truly meant.

I thanked the Lord for this gift from my new friend, but also from Him. I had stepped out of my comfort zone and gone to a writer’s conference, not knowing anyone, yet I met so many new people that week, including Jill.

God often calls us to go beyond our comfort zones . . . to talk to new people, to go somewhere we’ve never been, or to be there for someone who is hurting. And when we take that step, He is faithful to meet us there and give us the strength to go further than ourselves.

If God is prompting you to knock on that new neighbor’s door, knock. If you have a feeling that you may be needed in missions, go.  

Take the first step out of your comfort zone, and watch how the Lord meets you there.

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Passing Through Threatening Waters

I wondered how God would see me through challenging parenting, medical needs, and a grieving heart.

My mom died unexpectantly in March—less than one year after my brother-in-law committed suicide. The week before Mom passed, my parents-in-law were involved in a head-on collision, and my mother-in-law broke her back and ribs. Since my son struggled with medical issues, I pulled him out of school to teach him at home.

I clung to the Scriptures for truth while the circumstances whirled around me. God provided manna in the wilderness for His people. He protected Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego in the flames of the furnace. I trusted Him to lead me through my wilderness too.

Whatever flames of suffering we face, God stands with us. When we encounter various trials—job losses, sick loved ones, financial ruin, strained relationships—we choose to stake our ground in the Lord or face it alone. To place our confidence in our own ability to navigate the wilderness or to follow Jesus even when it seems like we walk in circles.

Jesus said, “Never will I leave you. Never will I forsake you” (Hebrews 13:4). Never. He is the faithful one, our redeemer, lover of our souls, and the great I Am. He created the world with a word. He spoke and it appeared. He knitted us together in our mother’s wombs and numbered our days before one of them began.

Our God remains good even in the midst of stormy waves. We can trust Him, even when it hurts to pray. Speak to the Lord about your circumstances, and ask for His help. Then wait. Turning your soul over to Him in expectation sometimes brings to mind the Scripture you need to remember, the truth you need to cling to, or the sin you need to repent of. God confirms His leading in the Bible you’re reading.

Seek God in the threatening waters. He will meet you as you seek Him.

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Sharing God's Goodness and Gifts Through Hospitality

The instance when my mother welcomed what she described as an angel remains a wonderful memory.

My mother operated an eatery in a market, and we children helped serve after school. One day, a man came into the shop, and I asked for his meal choice. At first, he was reluctant to reply, so I left him to wait on others. In time, I lost interest in him and was overwhelmed by the welfare of the other customers I was serving.

When I had waited on all my customers and collected their money, I decided to have a rest in our dining spot. It was there that I beheld the man in question in a serious discussion with my mother. The end result of a long conversation was that his bill was canceled. He had eaten to satisfaction and was asked to go his way.

At the end of the evening, my mother said she had received more than she gave, stressing that the man had told her deep things about her life. To her, she had had a discourse with an angel of God.

The writer of Hebrews concluded his thoughts with some exhortations for community life, including that his readers should continue to welcome strangers. He may have been referring to Abraham and Sarah, who welcomed three strangers—reaching out to them with generosity and treating them to a feast, as was the custom in biblical times. They didn’t know they were entertaining angels who brought them a message of blessing.

We don’t ask people into our homes in the hope of gaining from them, but often we receive more than we give. May the Lord spread His love through us as we reach out with His welcome.

Don’t be afraid to entertain strangers. 

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Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So

Let Him Say So

The scars are still on my forearms—and always will be. Stark white parallel slashes just below my elbow. I usually wear my sleeves at about three-fourths length to hide them. Tanning doesn’t hide them. They stand out more the deeper my tan gets.  

I got the scars early in my incarceration. I was new to the system and not able to recognize the signs something was wrong. I was alone in the shower, and then I wasn’t. There was no time to think. A demand was made. I refused. I bled. 

The details are mental snapshots: a rough knife glistening, red-colored water flowing, a gripping fear and desperation. Adrenaline kicked in as I struggled to keep the knife away. Knees and elbows were everywhere. The knife fell and bounced before sliding across the white tile. And then it was over.

Just because we give ourselves to Jesus doesn’t mean our lives will be milk and honey—especially if you’re incarcerated. My heart was full of the Lord, but I was still locked up. Even after I had a significant reawakening in my life with the Lord, I was just a “number” bound for prison. Each morning, I arose from my thin mattress—placed on the cold concrete floor—and prepared to fight for my breakfast tray. It was either that or starve. 

We all have troubles. In prison or in life, we have to contend with a fallen world. However, Jesus also said, “But take heart! I have overcome the world.” Paul the apostle knew a thing or two about troubles and said, “For the troubles we see will soon be over, but the joys to come will last forever” (2 Corinthians 4:18).

Regardless of what troubles you face, keep your eyes on the joy to come. And remember, Jesus has overcome this world for us.

Kevin Spencer

Let Her Say So

My first experience in the backseat of a patrol car was a rear-view perspective with blurred images of a world I knew nothing about. I couldn’t make sense of it.

When my siblings and I were very young, my mom left us alone in a Florida trailer park. She needed a vacation. After a couple days, our neighbor called the authorities. We were busted.

In the 1970s, sensitivity training for men in law enforcement probably didn’t exist. The five of us were handled like little jailbirds and booked into a group facility.

That childhood scene played out in my mind the day I left prison. I had one final charge to face, and two officers from that jurisdiction came to give me a ride. Once again, my view of the world was from the back window of a squad car.

Along the way, they stopped at a fast food restaurant for lunch. As I was shuffled toward the restroom in chains, people held their gaze. I saw curiosity, judgment, and contempt. Each expression said I was a rogue—unworthy to be in their presence.

This isn’t all I am! I didn’t do anything . . . recently, I thought. I wondered if I’d ever stop paying a price for my past. Remaining silent was difficult. Somewhere in the moment, I escaped behind a spirit of equanimity and held my head high.

As prison ministers say, we don’t go through anything Jesus hasn’t endured. How sad to think of Him being displayed as a condemned man. Jesus knew suffering and expected more of it. He warned His disciples of pending trouble so they’d be at peace when it arrived.  

Staying in the Word throughout my incarceration helped me prepare for trouble. My trouble wasn’t like the disciples’, but Jesus was the same source of strength and hope for me. Through my guilt and consequences, He was there. When I was consumed with fighting for the injustices of this world, He understood.  

I don’t have all the answers I want. I don’t know why children have to suffer or why the indigents of society go to prison more than others. Life’s not always fair. I do know I couldn’t have been content without God.

When we put the Lord first in life, it doesn’t matter where we are. We have a rear view that is out of this world: peace.

Patricia Lefler

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At Your Service

Pericles said, “What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”

The words “at your service” or “I’m happy to serve you” are often seen at places of business. Whether or not they have a service job, some are naturally inclined to serve others and may not even give it a thought. But for those who want to follow Jesus, we must consider a life of service.

Paul wrote of Jesus, “Having this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men” (Philippians 2:5-7).

If anyone had the right to be served, it was Jesus. He was God. Yet, never once did He demand to be served. He dwelt among people and let humanity see Him, touch Him, laugh with Him, and cry with Him. He showed what it meant to serve and love people. He gave His life to redeem ours.

Living a life of service is easier than we might imagine. Not all acts of service must be huge, obvious acts. Most service acts that really mean something to another person are often the little things in life. Seeing someone in need and asking how you can help is the best way to start serving. Some acts of service may not be known to anyone but God because even the people we are serving may not notice.

Regardless of whether we are a waitress or the CEO of a large company, we’ll be happier and more fulfilled if our focus is on serving instead of being served.

Look for ways to serve those around you, and see what happens. The world always needs more kindness.

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You Are Cherished

His eyes were the captivating blue pools for which I’d always wished.

Our eyes met across the expanse of the deck while a guitar-picking cowboy strummed songs about mountains and love. Everything about the moment seemed like a romance novel … frozen in time … inviting me in. 

A dozen years later, his eyes catch mine across the living room. A six-year-old struggles through her reading lesson on my lap while her two-year-old brother drives plastic cars over my head. They have their father’s eyes. And despite the chaos of the moment, I see his smile. My husband still rejoices over me. 

This is what it means to be loved. He sticks with me through the blissful romantic seasons of life, and he adores me through the mundane seasons. He rejoices over me as I devote myself to serving others, and he delights in me when I glance in his direction in the midst of my service. I know I’m deeply loved, and I rest in the security of his promise to walk with me through life.

Marriage is a dynamic example of God’s fervent love for us. Christ is the bridegroom, and His people are His bride. As my husband rejoices over me—even when I’m covered in sticky handprints and spilled milk—God rejoices in each of us when we commit to walk in a love relationship with Him. He is delighted in the relationship, and we captivate His heart.

God has a joyful heart toward you. He loves you with the tender affection of a devoted spouse.  He longs for you to slip away to a quiet place and connect with Him through his Word, through worship, through prayer, and through simply resting in His affection.

Respond to God’s tender pursuit today.

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Citizens of Heaven

She feels at home at the stables and is happiest when she’s there.

My daughter loves riding horses. Throughout the week, she anticipates seeing her favorite horse Moose—named for his size. Every Saturday morning, she suits up and we take the scenic drive to the stables. She knows all there is to know about Moose—his likes and dislikes and what makes him happy or afraid. She spends hours riding and caring for the horses.

My daughter’s affection for horses caused me to wonder about my approach to God. Do I anticipate going to church on Sundays or eagerly race to mid-week prayer meetings? Am I reading Scripture so that I can understand what God’s will is and what pleases or displeases Him?

If you asked my daughter if she has to go horseback riding, she would say no. She would tell you she gets to go. She counts it a privilege and realizes we pay a steep price for her lessons because we love her. 

Rather than a “have to” attitude in our approach to God, we need a “get to” attitude. We have the privilege of calling God Father because He demonstrated His love by sending His Son to die for our sins. Because of our Father’s act of love, we get to spend time in His presence and enjoy eternity in heaven.

I don’t ever want to lose sight of the truth that this earth is not our home. Our citizenship is in heaven. Because of God’s love and the sacrifice of His Son, we get to go to heaven.

Prepare now to make heaven your home, and take every opportunity to make yourself at home in God’s presence.

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The Team Call

The young players have little or no control over their team identity.

The children stand in a huddle around two team leaders. The leader who wins the coin toss chooses first. Taking turns, each leader picks a player. The body language of those not yet selected screams, “Pick me! Pick me!” If chosen by their desired team, they victory dance their way to their new teammates’ line. Those left until the end or chosen for the wrong team occasionally stomp off, refusing to participate.

Not so in the eternal game of life. We don’t have to beg God to pick us. We don’t have to wonder whether we’re good enough to be a team player or if the team is good enough for us. God calls each of us to be a part of His team, regardless of what race or nationality we belong to.

Nevertheless, team identity rests in our hands. If we choose God’s team, He clothes us in His righteousness, equips us to meet every opponent, and provides the Bible as our play book. He also gives us the Holy Spirit as coach, personal trainer, and encourager.

As with any effective team, our roles vary. We might be the stars, the supporting players, or occasionally the bench warmers who encourage those on the field. Jesus called the twelve apostles for specific tasks. The decision to follow was theirs. How faithfully they followed was also their decision—as was how they treated one another.

Although we fill different roles, our tasks share common characteristics. The team revolves around Jesus. Any play begins with Him, and He assigns the positions. After receiving Jesus’ authority, He sends us out to share His message and recruit others—no favorites, no rejections. All players are on the same team.

Join God’s team if you haven’t. If you have, give Him your best.

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Let Him Say So.

Twenty-seven-hundred and ninety-nine days. That’s how long I had been on this same three acres of chain-link encircled Florida soil. Seven years, eight months, and thirteen long, mind-numbing, aching, lonely, and occasionally terrifying days.

Finally, by the grace of God, I reached the end. The last sunrise I would have to see reflected through coils of concertina razor wire. My few possessions had been packed for days. Most everything that had been of value inside would have no meaning outside the fence, and so I had passed them on—as they had been passed to me.

Collected over the better part of a decade, these simple items made life in this hell slightly more bearable. A twenty-two-ounce insulated mug, a stadium cup, and a pair of clip-on sunglasses. Meaningless items that were invaluable inside that constant chain-link fence that had for so long marked the boundaries of my world.

The morning stretched on. It felt like an eternity before I finally heard my name called to report to the front gate. Taking my cardboard box of remaining belongings, I reported as instructed and then went through another excruciating hour of signing one bureaucratic form after another. 

At last, the time came for me to rid myself of the prison uniform I had worn for so many years. I was handed a package from home—Levi jeans and a polo shirt. For the last time, I peeled off my prison uniform.

Changing clothes felt as if I were shedding a skin. Years of tension and stress seemed to wash away. I was a new person. No longer Inmate #269493. I was once again Kevin Eudean Spencer, human being.

And then it was time. With a final instruction from the corrections officer processing me out and a cynical “good luck,” the steel door swung open, and I stepped into a glorious Florida spring. It was April 14, 1994, and my mom and dad were waiting—having come all the way from North Carolina to take me home. I fell into their arms, fighting tears. I was free.

Someday, I’ll feel that way again. Having been freed by the blood of Christ, I’ll step out of the prison of this world into new clothes and a new eternal, heavenly life. And there to greet me, I expect, will be my mom and dad.

Let Her Say So.

I had “nothing left to lose,” as a songwriter once described freedom.

When the door opened and I walked into the ice-cold darkness of a winter’s night, I had nothing but jail-issued scrubs. I was in an unfamiliar town; no one was waiting to pick me up. I didn’t care. I would have crawled under a shrub and frozen rather than stay another minute in a cell. I was free. The kind of freedom I understood. It was tangible. It could be bought, fought for, taken. But that night, it was all I had.

I chased after my kind of freedom for years—crossing a multitude of lines. My freedom was elusive but necessary—or so I thought. I didn’t realize every step I took only added another link in the chain, pulling me further into an abyss of dejection and indifference. I became cold, bitter, and angry. After my final arrest and incarceration, the freedom I knew became only a memory of a good idea I once had. 

During my days in isolation, I despairingly reached out for anything resembling freedom. And in a time of desperation, I met Christ. There were no white light moments of transcendence or blink-of-an-eye epiphanies in which I suddenly realized true freedom. That kind of Christ-liberation took a long time. I read words like forgiven, pardoned, and free in the Bible, but there were no judges, lawyers, or jury members offering to go back to my jail cell for me.

My new faith collided with reality on a daily basis. Still, I believed and accepted God’s freedom because I had no hope for anything else. Even today, behind all of my Christian beliefs, there is a reality I can’t quite ignore. I still have untamed emotions and wild dreams of the freedom I once imagined. I’m not always sure how to be real about that, while at the same time honoring the God I love. Like crafting a beautifully structured poem when I can’t seem to get the meter right in every verse.

I’m not perfect, but the freedom Christ has given us does not require perfection. He simply wants us to be free from the bonds of our sins. 

The freedom Christ gives is the only freedom worth losing everything for. Experience Christ’s freedom today.

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A Father's Love

He was a gruff old bird. My friends shuddered when he spoke, and his stare sent chills down your arms. That was dad. A little on the brusque side. A little sharp around the edges. He demanded respect and rarely failed to attain it. You knew he meant business, yet when he’d gently squeeze your shoulder, his inner tenderness showed. You. Felt. Loved.

Perhaps that’s why my friends spent so much time with my parents. Many of them lacked what I didn’t realize I had … a true father. One who loved me despite my shortcomings. Despite theirs. Forty-five years later, many of my friends still tell me how much they loved and respected my father.

I had as many guy friends as girls and each one loved my folks. The proof was in the pudding. They were at our house even when I wasn’t. Dad guided my friends. He gave them rules, commands, and standards he expected to be maintained. As they loaded into their cars to go home, Dad paced the length of the car, kicking the tires, checking under the body. And before he’d send them on their way, that big bear hand would grasp their shoulder and tenderly squeeze. “You know what I expect.”

“Yes sir.” They’d smile and drive away.

My father always welcomed them and always commanded their respect.

When Jesus explained who He was and how He loved us, the instructions were clear. Keep my commands. When we obey, the promise is to remain in His love–and Jesus always keeps His promises.  Christ showed us through His own relationship to the Father what God expected of Him. In turn, He expects the same from us. The reward of obedience is pure love in Him. What a gift.

The love and joy given to me ... to my friends … by my Dad has never been forgotten. Years later they still feel the warmth of his touch and the expectations he held from the tone of his voice. God’s love for us commands one thing: keep my commands, and you will remain in my love.

On this Father’s Day, never forget the warmth of the Father’s hand on your shoulder. Keep His commands, and you will always remain snuggled tightly in Him. 

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Dear Jonathan,

You are worth more than a friend; you are family. To share a bond with you that was woven with the cords of love, honesty, and faithfulness is God’s handiwork. God, in His greatness, formed a friendship through which He will draw us to Himself and work out His amazing plan. The sharp edges of hatred and jealousy were too blunt for our bond of friendship as we sharpened each other to the very end. I thank God for choosing you to be my friend.

Your friend,
King David

Apart from the amazing friendship we have with Jesus, our Saviour, the friendship between David and Jonathan is one of the greatest friendships we find in the Bible. And one we can learn from. I wonder if these are words David would have said to Jonathan, his close friend. I would love to say them to my friends.

When we understand friendship, we cherish friends. They are people we share our deepest thoughts and secrets with. We’ve had the most laughs with them and watched each other cry. It is amazing the kind of bonds two unfamiliar people are able to share.

God’s greatness is seen in His ability to create such amazing bonds. Friends are Gods messengers, people set aside to be there for us and through whom He stirs up laughter, joy, and happiness in us. Through friendship, God causes us to enjoy the world in another way. The Lord is able to teach us amazing truths and help us grow in Him with the friendships He gives us.

Don’t let selfishness and unforgiveness pull back the hand that is meant to hold another. Choose to thank God for your friends, and celebrate friendship.

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Making Turtles and Building Relationships

“I think we need to make some turtles.”

We hadn’t seen Anne for several years. She had completed her education, married, and moved to another town. She enjoyed a successful teaching career and was expecting her first child. Although as beautiful and outgoing as always, grief overwhelmed her.

Standing with her mother and sister, she accepted condolences from friends and family during visitation at a local funeral home. Her father had suffered a sudden, massive heart attack. He died moments later. The physical and emotional strain left her drained. Yet when my husband and I drew near, she smiled through her tears. While we hugged and held to one another, she whispered her desire to make turtles.

We created those wonderful gooey, chocolate-covered candies for hours when she and her sister Val were elementary-school age. I relegated my turtle molds to a shelf of seldom-or-never-used items soon after. However, with those few words, floods of memories returned.

Anne’s father and my husband worked together. Our friendship grew through shared family recreation. We invited the girls to stay with us several times, and one of our favorite activities was working in the kitchen. Turtles were our specialty. In the process we made messes, giggled, and endured endless teasing from my husband.

I can’t recall spending a great deal of time discussing deep theological issues. We had our usual prayer of thanks before eating, and we read the Bible and prayed together at night. I’m sure we discussed whatever tragedies revolved around their lives at school, especially involving some of those horrible boys in their classes. But most of the time we simply enjoyed one another’s company.

Little did Anne or any of us realize God would use our fun days so long ago to help us through one of the hardest experiences of our lives as we mourned together.

In much the same way, God offers to spend special time with us. He loves us, wants to share our daily joys, and wants to be a part of our ongoing growth. Whether we’re making turtles, folding clothes, or visiting friends, allow God to be a part of it all.

When inevitable difficulties arise, let your strong and vital relationship with the Lord provide an unlimited source of comfort and peace.

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Let the Redeemed of the Lord "SAY SO"

Let him “Say So.”

The noise in prison is neverending.

Blaring loudspeakers rule your life twenty-four hours a day, along with constant reverberations of every sound of life. The noise is enough to unhinge a man from reality. Some of it is deliberate, designed to reduce a man as an individual. A human being who once had a name becomes an inmate with a number. A cog in a machine. Go here, go there. Wake up, go to sleep. Eat. Obey.

I knew correction officers who would deliberately wear taps on their shoes when they patrolled at night. The tap-tap-tap echoing in the dead of night yanked me from whatever escape I had found in my sleep and thrust me back into the hell that had become my life.

Prison allows no individualism. Inmates dress alike, wear the same haircut, and eat the same meal. No facial hair. Conform. Stay in line. Don't speak. The mayhem is neverending. Sounds of incarceration pose a constant threat to any tenuous peace of mind . . . even the peace invading your dreams.

Our Lord said to be still to find Him. He showed us through Elijah that He wasn't found in major special effects, but in still small places.

The problem in prison is finding those still places. After the trauma of my arrest, I was shut down. The Lord answered my prayers, as promised, but a nagging problem remained. I could not consistently seek Him in the chaos of carnality surrounding me every day.

God will provide, however. In time, that still, small, quiet place found me. The prison recreation yard had a quarter-mile track. I began to run. First for the exercise. Then for the peace. Years passed. I was eventually running between eight and ten miles each day and began to experience what long-distance athletes call runner’s high—where the runner reaches a mild state of euphoria and endorphins flood their system.

For me, this stage was a place of peace. The world faded away until the only conscious sound was my rhythmic breathing. And there I met with and talked to my Father.

Where do you meet your Father? Find your place to “be still.” He will be there.

Let her ‘Say So.’

A thread is not much to hang by.

Years ago, I discovered how fragile my connection was to things I’d tried to hold on to. The weight of bad decisions was unbearable. Every fiber of hope that I could have what I wanted suddenly snapped. I fell hard into the deepest level of despair and hopelessness ever imagined and landed on rock bottom. My “rock” was a slab of concrete inside a secluded jail cell smaller than a typical horse stable. There, I lay in silence for nine months.

Sometimes, God needs us to be in a quiet isolated place to hear from Him. His Word says, Be still and know that I am God. I would have preferred being still in a green pasture in Ireland or on a deserted Hawaiian Island, but I met God in prison. I had no place to run or look—except up.   

As days in isolation passed, another thread began to unravel  … the one my sanity hung by.  Experts have studied the effects on individuals held in solitary confinement and concluded their ability to relate socially, enjoy life, or hold a job (once released) disintegrates—a result of being segregated and alone.

While I don’t disagree, I’m thankful my personal experience could not be used to help support those findings. A single moment makes my life an anomaly: the night I went to my knees and knelt beside a metal bunk. The negative effects of solitude would not be my story because Jesus came into my life that night. I was no longer alone. 

Through the silence, God’s voice resounded. My mind—and more importantly my heart—grew stronger. Today, friends would describe me as socially adept, life-loving, and hardworking. My life is empirical evidence that knowing God can improve a person’s capacity for positive change and success.

Do not hang your hopes on anything other than Jesus Christ. He hung on a cross to endure the weight of our sins. While I did not choose my time of silence, I rejoice in the memory of hearing God’s voice.

When everyone else abandons you, God says, I will never leave you. And He won’t.

He didn’t leave me. 

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God Is Able

She said, “I will walk again!”

In February of 1998, my mother Mattie was diagnosed with a neurological disease that was destroying her nervous system. Often, this disease travels through the body, attacking each limb and muscle and leaving a paralyzing effect. It caused my mother to be bedridden for more than a year. A strong woman who had just retired a few months before, she was disheartened and devastated. Many times, I could see the anguish and frustration on her face and the embarrassment of having to depend on others for her needs.

Through it all, my mother’s faith did not waver. She was determined. Every day, she pressed forward. She would say to the doctors—and to anyone who would listen—“I will walk again!” After a few months of therapy and surgery, she did. Her faith kept her strong as it did the woman who came to Jesus. Mom would not give up.

My mother has faced several more physical trials over the last two years. Observing how she continues to stay grounded in her faith has inspired me and others to do the same. Her feet were planted, and she did not move. She continued to grow and blossom. Her faith was great, and God gave her the desires of her heart.  

No matter what struggles and challenges we face, God is able to do all we ask. All He wants is for us to trust Him, believe Him, and have faith in Him. We will not always have an easy road to travel. We will have bumps along the way—and sometimes large potholes. But because we have faith and believe in the power of prayer, we get through and make it to the other side.

Maybe you’re facing a situation that has left you feeling hopeless, devastated, or fearful about the future. God’s promises stand true for you, just as they did for my mother. He promises to be there and to never leave or forsake you.

Reach out to God. He will make a way. He is faithful.

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Honor Her

It was 398 square feet.  My heart sank. Would Mom accept this?

After three weeks between the hospital and rehab, decisions were imminent concerning Mom’s care. Until February, she was driving without issue. Now her legs were weak and her blood pressure plummeting, causing her to pass out.

I’m proud of my mother. She’s a wonderful momma who encouraged me, supported me, and taught me to be a jack-of-all-trades. These decisions were not what my brother nor I ever anticipated, especially with Mom being mentally perfect. Her ninety-year-old physical body is simply uncooperative.

We dreaded the conversation. She has always been compliant with us on her health matters, but this was different. Asking her to give up her 2500-square-foot home for an assisted living apartment that gives Tiny House Hunters a run for their money, hurt. She needed to be safe should she fall again. We were lucky this time. All she sported was a nasty black eye.

We nuzzled close and explained how much we feared for her safety if she continued to live alone. She was quiet before she teared up and asked, “Is this where I will spend the rest of my life?” Even with the assurance her home would remain available for her, it was heartbreaking.

Imagine what circulated through Mary’s mind. Finding out she was an unwed mother and that her son would be the Savior of the world was a blessing and a curse. It was overwhelming. Still, she took in the upcoming season of her life, pondered it, cherished it, and moved ahead. Scripture speaks little about Mary, but we know she followed Jesus at times as He traveled—watching, listening, pondering. Finally, sitting slumped at His feet as blood puddled around her knees. She knew this would come, yet wished it wouldn’t.

We are fortunate to have Mom after ninety years. And though the realization to her—and us—that more is behind her than ahead, we are blessed. Mom ponders all she has stored in her heart from days past—friends, family, and adventures—and willingly walks into this new season with gratitude.

This Mother’s Day, spend time pondering the love of your own faithful mother. If you are one who did not have that, rejoice in the life she has given you and what you have made of it. Honor your mother.

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“You can’t raise any two kids the same.”

I always though the saying meant each child was different, and that the same tactics would not necessarily be successful due to personality differences. Now in my forties, I mother my last child differently than I did my first.

With my first child, I had a vision of what I wanted her to become. I planned to maneuver the universe to help me mold her into the young lady I wanted. Three kids later, I no longer try to “sculpt” a child. Instead, I evaluate strengths and inclinations and then determine what sports or careers suit them.

I would like to say child rearing has gone smoother since that transition—and for the most part it has—but then our Attention Deficit Disorder kid came. The kind you have to tell five times to put on his shoes, who still puts his shorts on backwards, and who has to struggle to write a sentence. But he’s also the kid who cries at the heart-wrenching part of a movie, breaks into an English accent at random, and can tell you anything you want to know about any animal. I worried about my child. In a world where college is king, what would become of my boy? I wondered as I watched him make faces in the mirror. And that’s when I thought making faces (acting) might be his slingshot.

I had just read the story of David and Goliath to my little ones and laughed when I thought of how it might have been to raise young David. He was the runt and not considered important enough to be called among the seven sons when the prophet Samuel went to Jessie’s house to anoint the next king. He was tending sheep, which was considered one of the lowliest jobs. I pictured his father standing at the door, watching his son, shaking his head, and wondering what would become of him. “Just look at him, honey, all little and unskilled. All he does is play with that blasted slingshot!”

The very thing his father found little use for was the venue through which God would bring victory for His people.

Keep your eyes open for your child’s “slingshot.”  It may just be his salvation.

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Let the Redeemed of the Lord "SAY SO"

Let him “Say So.”

The first rule of being a convict is that every inmate is innocent. 

Inside this chain-link and concertina wire compound are the most amazing circumstances of coincidence and mistaken identity you’ve ever seen.

The second convict rule is if I am guilty, it’s someone else’s fault. That was me.

While I avoided the first rule by never denying what had happened, I fell to the second rule. I blamed an individual for everything that happened to me. He was responsible for ruining my life. I dreamed of the day I could get out and find this person. Every bench press, every push-up, every mile run was done with the idea I would someday see him again. I didn’t want to do him physical harm. I just wanted to shake hands, step into his personal space, and see his eyes flash with a momentary fear. In time, the Father showed me how stupid I was.

One night after a workout, I was looking at my arms in the mirror, flexing my biceps and congratulating myself on the transformation since my arrest. In the next moment, I sat down with my Bible and read in Revelation, “I am the Alpha ...”

I let that sink in. In fact, I read no further. I meditated on the power in those four words. Later, I read where God says twice that He will take revenge and pay back. My foolish fantasy was outside my authority. In a moment of clarity, I realized what God wanted was for me to love the one I hated.   

I wasn’t able to do that. I’m human, flawed to the core in ways I’m sure make my heavenly Father shake His head. While I couldn’t love, I could stop hating. As the years passed, I found myself thinking less about him until one day I realized he didn’t matter at all. 

Today, the man I once hated has a progressive nervous system disorder. Do I feel satisfaction? I feel pity, sorrow, and pain for his family. Perhaps that in itself is a form of love.

I’m glad I let go of hate. I can see it in an alternative life festering, poisoning, and driving out God’s Word with my own petty fantasies of vengeance. Jesus repeatedly tells us to let go of such thoughts.

Release the things that block forgiveness.  Let them go.

-Kevin Spencer

Let her “Say So.”

Day after day, alone in a prison cell, thoughts of retaliation consumed me.

I read through this verse—Never take revenge. Leave that to the righteous anger of God. For the Scriptures say, "I will take revenge; I will pay them back," says the Lord—wondering if God’s idea of revenge was the same as mine.  Would He destroy the lives of those who had falsely accused me? Would He be as vindictive, or would He satisfy my desire to watch a certain individual suffer as much as I was? I doubted it. That’s one reason I resisted giving in to God’s Word.

Refusing to believe those words didn’t stop me from hearing them. A battle raged in my conscience, and anger prevailed. It’s what gave me the energy to continue fighting. I couldn‘t give that up. All I wanted was to get back to my life, recover my reputation, and take back my child. I wanted justice on my terms. However, God’s voice grew louder each day: Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good (Romans 12:21).

The creator of evil wants us to continue blaming others for our faults. I felt Satan’s hold, but something more powerful was pulling me forward. Awaiting trial, I read the entire Bible for the first time. In between, I read other books as well. Author Chuck Colson became a favorite. Every word of truth I read met me at a place of self-deception. I had been falsely accused of the crime I was being held for. That is all I wanted to focus on. I didn’t want to take responsibility for anything I had done. 

This mentality was common among other inmates too. Colson’s timely words instructed me to understand other people’s wrongdoing by looking inside myself. I had made bad decisions in life, and I’d hurt people. If not for the grace of God, that could have been the end of my story. But God’s Word is sharp. He convicted me in ways no courtroom judge could.

When anger turns into hatred and unforgiveness, don’t seek your own revenge. Look inside your heart, and ask the Lord to help you stay in this fight by living your life according to His Word.  

-Patricia Lefler

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Twilight Prayers

It happens a lot—and in the middle of the night.

I wake up and start praying for someone I know or barely know. It might be someone with a broken heart I’ve come across on Facebook or someone from my past who has hurt me. I start praying for them and immediately fall back asleep. In the morning I can barely remember what my prayers were about, but I do remember I prayed for different people at various times of the night during my twilight sleep.

As I contemplated this continuous phenomenon, I realized my spirit is always willing and continues to pray while I sleep. Psalm 16:7 says, I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me.

Sometimes we tend to put our needs before others’ needs when communicating with the Lord, but the Spirit knows there is much more that needs to be said. The wee hours of the morning are a wonderful time for the Holy Spirit to intervene because our minds and flesh are completely out of it.

If you sometimes wake up and a friend or family member who is in need comes to mind, your spirit may be trying to pray for that special person. We are all connected, and God is concerned for you as well as your loved ones.

Let God work through you, even in your twilight prayers.

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Because of Him

He was the strongest person I’d ever known. His demeanor was gentle. His voice firm yet tender. This man commanded a certain presence—thought-provoking and intelligent. So when He died, it was hard to take in.

I was a child when I met Him, but His ways guided me in the most simplistic way. It upset me when I heard of His brutal death, but what took my breath was how He succumbed to death. Willingly.

I’ve suffered hardships. Who hasn’t? Still, despite my trials, none can compare. Nothing in my own pain comes vaguely close to His.

Jesus. I never met Him in person. He was gone long before my birth, but His life impacted me for all eternity.

Paul talked about the sufferings of Christ and the sufferings of those who followed Him. He said more than once that hardship in Jesus was tough, but the eternal impact was more than worth it. To believe in Jesus meant, both in biblical times and in present time, that we would most likely suffer. Those same people who shunned Him, would shun us. Some might even torture and kill us. Believing in Jesus did not mean smooth sailing.

Christ was the strongest man who ever lived. He could have called down the angels to protect Him. He could have waved His hand and those who tortured Him would have dropped dead, but that was not Jesus. God incarnate, man as well, had the ability to walk away, but He didn’t. He suffered tremendously and died . . . for me, for you.

Easter holds mixed emotions for the Christian. Seeing the depictions of Jesus’ last days tears my heart out. I can’t get through the Easter season without relentless sobbing, feeling the weight of guilt because Jesus took my sin. He took our sin, and buried it in the grave. The Son of Man lived, died, and in the greatest of all feats, overcame death. He rose and lives.

Knowing Him means I may feel the brunt of the unbeliever, but it also means eternity, salvation, and forgiveness.

As you walk through the Easter season, don’t forget the depth of Jesus’ suffering or the resulting gift. Because of Him . . . we are saved.

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Out of Tune

The conductor enters. Out of respect and anticipation, there is a hush as he raises his baton.

The concert hall is abuzz with excitement. Audience members engage in conversation. Some are calling to friends and some are whispering to the person in the next seat. Their voices blend with the random notes of the orchestral instruments tuning for the performance. Then, as the concert master rises and begins to tune all the instruments to the standard A 440, silence falls. The dissonance of sound blends to one note.

But what causes all these instruments to go out of tune? Reasons range from extremes of temperature and humidity to damage, age, or defective tuning pegs and devices.

Psalm 119 employs word, law, saying, statutes, way, commandments, path, testimonies, precepts, and judgments as names for God’s Word. In verse fifty four, David, the sweet singer of Israel, finds his song from the Word of God. In his journey and in his solitudes, he was familiar with the statutes of God. Through his words, we find that the sweetness of a melody celebrates times of blessing and can be like a cool rain during difficult times.

As children of God, we are created to be His instruments, but the seasons of life often require our re-tuning. The searing heat of a painful wilderness experience, the damage of a crushed spirit, the drought of missed blessings, or the placing of faith on the wrong foundation can all cause the song of our lives to go sour.

This world is the house of our pilgrimage. We are sojourners and tourists, not permanent residents. During this residency, God’s laws are to be our songs until we reach our true home.

The Word of God is our definitive source and authority for finding understanding—a song in all of life’s seasons. So whether we are sorting through all the voices clamoring for our attention or whether we’re sorting through the weighty noise of life’s trials, we can be still and look for the word and direction of our Lord Jesus Christ—the Master Conductor.

In your uniqueness, tune your song to His song as you continue your life’s journey.

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When God Says Let Go

It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever been asked to do, but there was no mistaking God’s voice.

My daughter has had many hardships and near tragedies in her young thirty-something life. She’s struggled with relationships, health issues, and a bout with drugs and alcohol. A believer who loves the Lord with all her heart, she wonders sometimes why God doesn’t come immediately to her rescue.

As mothers do, I’ve had a tendency to pick up her offences over the years and take on the care of her problems. I’ve prayed for her faithfully every day since she was a baby and felt many times as if her problems were my own. I’ve found myself totally stressed out without even knowing why.

As I was driving one day—and praying for my daughter—the Lord clearly said to my spirit, “Will you release her to me?”

The question took me by surprise. He asked again. I said yes, but found myself having a hard time following through. The act of letting her go was physically painful. My heart felt as if it were being crushed under the weight of His request. Could I truly trust God to take on the responsibility of caring for her?

The moment I released my child to the One who loves her unconditionally—and has a wonderful plan and purpose for her life—a deep sense of heaviness left me, and the peace of God filled me. Yes indeed, I can trust Him to take care of my daughter, as well as everyting else in my life. My only responsibility is to love, to pray, and to be there whenever she needs me.

The cares of this life are many, but God tells us not to worry. When we do, we allow those cares to choke out the Word that has been planted in our heart. God is omnipotent (all powerful), omniscient (all knowing), and omnipresent (everywhere present). He knows the end from the beginning and everything in between. He is concerned with everything that concerns us and is more than able to handle whatever comes our way. Nothing catches Him by surprise, and nothing is impossible for Him.

If you find yourself weighed down by the cares of this life, maybe God is saying it’s time to let go. Cast all your cares on Him, and watch what He will do in your life and in the lives of those you love.

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I Resign

Sometimes a parent feels like resigning.

Barbara Johnson, author of Where Does a Mother Go to Resign? is the founder of Spatula Ministries, a non-profit organization designed to "peel parents off the ceiling with a spatula of love and begin them on the road to recovery.

Before reading her book, I’d heard her speak at a retreat. The hardships and tragedies she went through broke my heart, but she used the pain of life by writing spiritual and humorous books to help others. She is an example as I write about my own experiences with children and family dysfunction.

Isaiah 29:23 is a verse I use to pray about my children. I pray they will keep God’s name holy and acknowledge Him in awe. I also hope those who are wayward in spirit will gain understanding and that those who complain will accept instruction.

If you are a parent, you’ve probably felt like resigning. Of course, you love your children and they are precious to you and the Lord, but sometimes relationships with them can hurt. Like Barbara, I’ve needed to be peeled off the ceiling more than once.

It hurts when a parent tries to steer their children to help and wholeness and they don't listen. It hurts to see them in physical or mental pain and not have the resources to help them. It even hurts to back off because you know the Lord wants to help them have a stronger relationship with Him—the ultimate parent.

Yet the Bible says children are God’s best gift to us. Ultimately, they must be put into His hands of sovereignty. We can ask Him to put them on a path that He can bless instead of their own path that might lead to harm and destruction. We can also ask Him to take away the spirit of resignation that may try to overcome us. When we do these things, He sets us up to face another day without sending in that resignation letter.

When you feel like resigning, go to the throne of God where Jesus intercedes to the Father for your children.

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My eyes moved over white pages—words black and red—as I searched for comfort, peace, and mercy.

A bronze star with the word “blessed” hangs in my car. It started as a Christmas tree ornament, but I decided the single word written in gold was more important to see every day rather than just at Christmas.

It’s difficult to feel blessed when I’ve been out of work for six months with no new job prospects on the horizon. I worry I can’t pay back my family, the ones who loan me money to pay the bills.

The psalmist knew he was blessed, but I often need a physical reminder that although I might not feel blessed I am blessed. The world can easily drain my joy. Family arguments, work stress, and financial woes can confine the happiness I’m supposed to feel.

God wants what is best for me, but I don’t think of myself as being blessed as often as I should. God wants me to prosper and live abundantly.

Yeshua (Jesus) never promised I would have material wealth or that my life would run on an even path. In fact, He said His children would be prosecuted and persecuted. We would experience trials and tribulations.

However, Yeshua did vow He would never leave or forsake His children. He will walk beside me through each moment of my life. Not only when everything is going right, but also when everything is going wrong—especially when everything is going wrong.

Nor did Yeshua ever promise me a pleasant life. But He did promise me eternal life. If I accept His gift of salvation, I will have forever to sit at His feet, sing to Him, and praise and worship Him. What greater future could I ever imagine?

Praise God from whom all blessings flow. No matter what circumstances surround you, you are blessed because you carry Yeshua, the Messiah, in your heart. 

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A Peak Experience

I peered out the window of the fire tower perched atop Harney Peak, the highest point in South Dakota’s Black Hills.

After our three-hour hike to the summit, my husband and our three kids rock-hopped along the peak’s craggy knolls while I escaped to solitude in the musty cool of the stone fortress. From my vantage point at over seven thousand feet, I marveled at the miles of mountainous ridges dotted with pine, aspen, and oak. Clouds rolled over the hills, casting shadows that animated the formidable landscape. God had surely crafted this panorama, I mused, to remind us of His immense love for us and His dominion over all the earth. 

Suddenly, I heard a thin voice lift a familiar song of praise from the landing above. I glanced up to spot a spry seventy-year-old woman descending the metal stairway with the help of a walking stick. My heart thrilled at the opportunity to share this sacred moment, and I raised my voice to join hers. We sang together until the woman reached the ground floor, where our duet turned into words of gratitude for the creator of the universe who arranged for this mountaintop meeting of two sisters in Christ. 

My joy burbled over as we hugged goodbye and I watched my new friend hike down the mountain. I smiled at God’s little nudge. While I had withdrawn to admire His handiwork, He had sent me a companion to deepen my faith and magnify His praise.

How often we pull away to seek God when our Father’s loving heart points us instead toward meaningful connection with others. While there is a time for searching and separateness, Christ’s words remind us He is uniquely present in Christian community. 

Have you found a place where you can gather in Jesus’ name with two, three, or hundreds? If so, thank the Lord for His provision and make a commitment to gather regularly with His people. God will bless your efforts to grow with others as He increases your faith in Him.

If you haven’t found a community of believers, look now.

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Travel Companions

After decades of being beside me, a regular travel companion was becoming unreliable.

As an author, I am on the road from time to time—sometimes over land and sometimes over the ocean. Having a reliable companion is essential while traveling, speaking, teaching, or book signing.

My companion is not like any other. It is a small, green, faded plastic battery-powered travel clock. It takes up little space, is lightweight, and appears on every packing list. Placing it beside my bed—no matter where I am, brings me a measure of comfort and also provides a sense of security since I value punctuality.

In the past when it stopped, I replaced the battery. A spare battery is also a part of my travel equipment. Recently, it began to stop and start, becoming unreliable. I make a habit of talking over everything about my day with the Lord. So I asked if the mechanism was quitting on me or if the battery was going dead.

A thought crystallized in my spirit: clean the battery connection. The Holy Spirit is never wrong. Dust particles had settled inside. Once attended to, my travel companion was back on time.

Sometimes our important relationships become disconnected due to maintenance neglect. Even taking them for granted can develop a fractured communication. A little intentional effort can restore unity, especially with our Father God.

This is why Psalm 119 is also an excellent travel companion. Verse 25 reads, My soul cleaves to the dust; revive me according to Your word. And verse 149 declares, Hear my voice according to Your loving kindness, revive me O Lord, according to Your ordinances.

Outer appearances will grow old, but our spirit relationship with God needs constant refreshing. Find one way to daily renew your relationship with God. 

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God Sprinkles

It was a cold, fall night when my family and I finally saw it.

From their sleeping bags on the patio in our backyard, my husband and two girls had upturned faces and eyes to the sky. I looked up into the starry blackness from my place on a chair beside them, hugging my blanket tightly around me. We had been watching for a predicted meteor shower for more than an hour. It was getting late, and we were about to give up and go inside when we simultaneously witnessed the most spectacular burst of white trail across the expanse of darkness. It was an awesome display of God’s beautiful handiwork.

James reminds us that all good things come from God.

Before we went outside to look at the meteor shower, a friend called and offered much needed encouragement to my aching soul. Earlier that day, I had gotten an email explaining that a piece of writing I had submitted seven months ago—and had given up on—was going to be published. I call those moments, God sprinkles. They brighten our lives the way sprinkles liven up a cake … the way a meteor lights the sky.

With all of the struggles we face in a fallen world, it’s a blessing when God displays His love and care for us in unexpected ways that strengthen our faith and motivate us to keep running this race called life.

Thank Abba-Daddy for the “sprinkles” He showers on you and for the gifts He gives His children.

Bless us, Lord, with grateful hearts and eyes to see Your goodness.

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Keep a Calm Heart

Sometimes, the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Four times I suffered nervous breakdowns. The first one brought me to the end of myself. I had no place to look but up. When I did, the Spirit of God spoke to me and I came to Christ.

I prayed for four years but received no answer. I thought, I’ll just have to do the best I can. God has given up on me. Perhaps, the Lord can use me in a Spanish work. I had studied Spanish and believed I would learn more if I worked with the Spanish people.

However, God had a different plan. A missionary to the Navajo Indians preached at my church.

“What about working with the Navajo?” he asked.

I said, “I’m not called to the Navajo.”

Later, he returned to my church and asked me to visit his mission field. The Lord took away my excuses while there, and I learned to love the Navajo. I even met my husband there.

After sixteen years, the Lord took my husband to heaven. But God captured my heart and gave me calm in a difficult situation. After my beloved’s death, God gave me a work to do for Him: writing, something I love to do.

God permits hard things into our lives. Sometimes, He gives us a glimpse of His purpose. He comforted me in my loss and showed me a glimpse of His plan.

God wants to give us peace when our hearts experience turmoil. When we trust Him with our problems, He gives us calm and rest, not spiritual heart trouble.

Let God give you a peaceful and calm heart in your time of trouble. 

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Too Many Heartaches

I believe the cashier glanced at the small cross pin on my sweater and assumed I was a Christian

As I laid the decorated birthday cake on the check-out counter, I told the friendly cashier it was for my neighbor’s ninety-second birthday. He looked at me sadly and said, “I pray to the good Lord that he won’t let me live past my fifty-fifth birthday. I’ve had too many heartaches in my life.”

I reminded him that, despite the fact there are heartaches in Christians’ lives, our Lord gives us joy. But he replied, “There have been far more heartaches than joys.” I felt sad for him. He seemed so unhappy.

There was a grey period when it seemed everything I knew had been destroyed. My husband of twenty-seven years had run off in the night with a young married woman from our church. I was left alone in a parsonage several miles from my home. Rain poured outside the window as I stood pondering my future. Then, the rain slowly turned into a drizzle. As I glanced out the window, a beautiful rainbow appeared. Where the clouds had been dark and threatening shortly before, the sun now streamed through the darkness and revealed its encouraging light.

God reminded me of the promise He made to Noah about sending the rainbow (Genesis 9:11-16). I knew this rainbow was His encouragement to me. No matter what happened in my future, I would not be alone. God would walk with me through the good and the bad. 

Sometimes the heartaches, illnesses, and pains of life seem to outweigh the joys of living. All of us, whatever our age, experience those valley days when the dark clouds of despair pour rain upon us, and we feel alone.

But God’s promise to Jeremiah still holds true: ”For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (Jeremiah 29:11). This promise has proven true through the thirty years since my husband left, and I pray it will hold true for the cashier and for you too.

Let God fulfill this promise in your life so He can turn your heartaches into joys. 

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Sinful Consequences Taste Bad

When my daughter and I sampled the cookies, we looked at each other with furrowed brows and screwed-up noses.

“Mom, these taste funny,” she said.

I agreed.

I had baked a double batch of pumpkin-chocolate-chip cookies to share with the women in my Bible study. A fall favorite. I took another bite just to see if the bad taste was my imagination. Nope. There was definitely something off. But I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

I looked over the recipe, one I’d used many times before. I was almost certain I had used all the right ingredients—until looking in the spice cabinet. There, staring me in the eye, was the spice cumin in the spot where cinnamon usually sat. I laughed.

“I used cumin instead of cinnamon,” I said.

“How could you mistake cumin for cinnamon?” my daughter asked. “They’re two completely different spices.” 

I showed her the two bottles. Their labels were alike, their colors were similar, and in my haste of gathering all the ingredients, I had grabbed the wrong spice. I had made a mistake—a mistake that left a bad taste in my mouth. A mistake I won’t make again.

My mistake was a great analogy for sin and its consequences. The consequences of our sinful choices tend to leave a bad taste in our lives. Consequences can teach us to avoid the same sin the next time it stares us in the face so we will say, “You can bet I won’t do that again!”

Consequences aren’t necessarily bad. They can—and should—lead us to make better choices. Righteous choices, which lead to godly and holy behavior.

If you have committed a sin and have a sour taste in your life, confess it to the Lord and learn from the consequences. Then savor the sweetness of God’s unfailing forgiveness.

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Discover Your Real Identity

The world's identity system is broken and empty.

According to the world’s philosophy, our identity is based on physical appearance, wealth, education, skin color, religion, sexual preference, clothes, and cars—leading nowhere but to dead ends and disappointment. When we come to Christ by faith, we are set free from the world's identity system and can be the person God intended.  

Even the family God allowed us to grow up in—whether healthy or filled with pain and brokenness—no longer has to define our identity. We take on a fresh, new identity when we place our faith in Christ. All the amazing gifts and talents God put in us when He created us—along with our experiences—can be used in God's plan to give us a life of purpose, meaning, hope, and eternal peace.    

When we come to God the Father for forgiveness of our sins through faith in Christ and His completed work on Calvary’s cross, a transformation takes place. At that moment, God the Father—through His indescribable love and amazing grace—forgives us, and God the Holy Spirit moves in. From that moment, we can experience God every day as we allow Him to lead and direct our lives.  

With God directing our life, we can discover our real identity—a discovery that’s impossible apart from faith in Christ. Everything else is broken and fading away. 

If you have placed your faith in Christ, decide today to live fully in your identity in Him. Don't allow the world to lead you. Listen to God who lives in you and is leading you. 

If you haven’t claimed your real identity, do it today. 

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A New Creation

We slept in the barn—where horse manure, pigeon droppings, and water damage used to be.

Larry and Denise—dear friends of ours—bought some property in northern North Carolina near the Blue Ridge Parkway. What had been a horse farm years ago was now empty pastureland with a ramshackle, vacant two-story barn.

When Larry first toured the property, the barn was disgusting. An accumulation of moist mud, manure, and hay covered the floor. The walls were streaked and buckled by years of water damage. White stripes of pigeon droppings blanketed everything. Flies noisily buzzed the stalls. A musty smell of neglect and decay assaulted the air.

Most of us wouldn’t have bought the property. Even if we had, we would have probably torn down the barn, hauled off its nasty debris, and replaced it with a brand new building. But Larry envisioned a far greater future for this run-down, neglected building.

Larry knew what needed to be replaced and what could be cleaned up and reused. He valued the invaluable potential of its sturdy interior. After several months of cleaning, replacing, building, painting, and planting, the renovated barn stood as a gorgeous, cozy, and useful home surrounded by God’s beauty in the mountains.

As I drifted off to sleep in what was once the hay loft, I thought about the barn’s transformation. In that sleepy haze, God whispered, “This barn is a lot like you. Your life was a wreck, marked by years of spiritual neglect and sinful decay. Yet, just like Larry did with this barn, I am doing with you. I saw potential, cleaned you up, rebuilt the broken areas, and restored you to what I know you can be. As you are now present inside this renovated barn, My Spirit lives within your restored and renewed heart. While you enjoy your after, never lose sight of your before.”

God specializes in making all things new. He removes our smelly yuck, repairs wounded souls, cleans up sinful lives, strengthens weak areas, and breaks bad habits. He is the Master Craftsman who forgives, purifies, revives, and commissions us. All we have to do is ask for His help, be open to His transformation, and be available for His work.

Thank the Lord for the transforming renovation in your life. 

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God's Unfailing Forgiveness

I was hurt and deeply wounded by what had happened to me in my past.

Because of the destructive drug addiction and erratic behavior of my younger sibling, I felt justified in holding on to my twin sins of anger and resentment. Even after my conversion, I struggled to forgive

Then I read about Joseph’s response to his ten half-brothers who pleaded for forgiveness for betraying him two decades earlier: Am I in the place of God?

Joseph knew he wasn’t God and didn’t have the authority to withhold forgiveness. This simple yet profound statement was a powerful, undeniable truth I couldn’t ignore. I needed to forgive my brother. By withholding forgiveness, I had put myself in the place of God and remained trapped in unforgiveness too long. I had allowed this sin to gain ground in my heart.

God gently reminded me of my own past—fraught with disobedience, debauchery, and self-destructive behavior. God had not withheld forgiveness from me, so who was I to withhold it from my sibling. I forgave and experienced a sweet release and a restored relationship with my brother.

Like Joseph, we should not put ourselves in the place of God and deny others the thing which we have so graciously experienced ourselves: God’s unfailing forgiveness.

Forgive those you need to forgive, and find blessings—and a sweet release, beyond your wildest imagination and expectation.

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The Hardest Question

At the end of therapy, he said: “I feel I was only half educated before.” He now knew how to answer his hoped for little girl when she asked, “Daddy, who is God and how can I know Him?”

Sitting in my office waiting for a new patient, I wondered what he would be like. He was a young electrical engineer who had been told by his fiancée that she could not marry him if he didn’t become a Christian. She wanted to have children and needed to have them go to heaven with her. She could not raise them according to the Buddhist faith—of which he was.

His fiancée was as firm in her beliefs as he was. His questions about Christianity needed to be answered, or they would have to break up. He loved her very much. They wanted children together, but he imagined the hardest question he could be asked someday by his future children.

History contains examples of how the primal needs of mankind affect his attempt to understand. Cave drawings also picture this struggle. Any book accepted as being from God forms a unifying explanation that is accepted by faith. The scientific method is based on “probability.”

Technically, this method based on probability can neither prove nor disprove God’s existence. That would entail a material process disproving an immaterial reality. But it is a historical fact that Jesus died on the Cross.

My client had heard from his fiancée that the Bible was the manual for life. He learned he could answer his imagined hardest question by reading the Gospel of John which told who God is. John 1:1-14 said God was the Word and that the Word became flesh in the person of Jesus. John 3:16 told how to know God: “Whosoever believes in Him shall have everlasting life.”

Like everyone, this young man needed to settle in his heart who God was and how to know Him. When you do the same, you will find a pearl without price.

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Praise Him into the New Year

It was just a paper star—one I had no idea would have such an impact on others … on me.

We’d purchased a new Christmas tree, and the best part was the revolving tree stand. I loved creeping down the steps in the a.m. hours to gaze at the dimly lit tree. The tree stand gently spun, allowing me to view every ornament. Since each ornament on our tree has a special meaning, it was a joy to reminisce their meanings. 

I’ve always been a pray-er, believing if someone asks for prayer it has to be something I take seriously. Some of my friends were under great trial. They needed prayer and assurance that they were being lifted before the Lord of the universe.

So when I awoke in the early morning hours and made my normal prayer walk down the hallway, the gently turning Christmas tree called me. Ornaments glided past, reflecting sweet memories. And that was when it hit me.

I grabbed a sheet of paper and scissors and cut out three stars. My purple sharpie didn’t exactly match the Christmas tree colors, but it would do. I wrote the names of my friends who’d asked me to pray, then bounded down the stairs and carefully placed the stars among the branches on the tree. Rotation after rotation brought the stars into view multiple times. I grabbed my phone and shot a photo of the star, texting it to my friends.

“I’ve begun a new tradition by adding my prayer requests as ornaments on my Christmas tree. Every times it turns, it brings into view your needs. And I pray.”

The response was wonderful. My friends were thrilled their needs were being lifted faithfully before God. As God sent answers to our prayers, I noted them on the back of the stars. All that was left was to praise Him.

David proved his worth as a man after God’s own heart. He found the more he deepened his relationship with God the more opportunity he had to praise God for the benefits of God’s faithfulness. Even when it was hard.

The holidays are difficult to muddle through when we face hardship. It should be a time of thanksgiving and joy. When it’s not, we sometimes grow bitter. David found joy in praising God, despite his situations. When we praise God “despite,” the result focuses us toward Him rather than our situation or circumstance. Our attitudes change, and even in the rough patches we can find peace.

God is faithful, and I’m learning daily to pray stronger for others. My benefit is not only a deeper relationship with God but also a personal peace when I face my own hardships.

My Christmas tree is put away now, and we anticipate the New Year. A year filled with new beginnings, new prayers, new answers, and a God who is faithful in His love.

Don’t waste time making New Year’s resolutions you cannot or will not keep. Instead, write your prayers on paper and pray faithfully. Praise Him into the New Year, and you will find strength and hope beyond imagination. 

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And Mary Said

I stood, hands clasped over my mouth, watching the special news report.

The mountain was on fire. But it wasn’t just any fire—it was a wildfire fueled by winds of up to seventy miles per hour. Embers landed on the colorful, dry foliage of fall, igniting flame after flame. People rushed to escape, praying for safety. Burning trees fell across pavement, blocking vehicles and forcing folks to run for safety.

The Smokey Mountains hadn’t seen anything like this in a hundred years. Close to one thousand homes, businesses, and resorts were reduced to ashes in a few hours. The people of the mountains were devastated.

A local news affiliate interviewed an elderly woman who’d lost her home. She stood draped in an oversized man’s shirt, a house dress, and socks–all she could grab before she ran for her life. Soot smeared one cheek as she swiped a tear.

“What will you do?” the news reporter asked. “Your house is gone.”

Her hand shook, partly from age and partly from fear as she lifted her palm toward the smoke covered sky. “My soul glorifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior.”

The reporter was speechless. When he asked his question again, the woman’s response was the same.

When Mary learned of her pregnancy, she was taken back. As a follower of God and faithful to her betrothed, she faced becoming a mother. Not just any mother, but the mother of Jesus. If Joseph balked, she could be stoned. Her family could disown her … turn her away. Through her fear and uncertainty, Scripture tells us Mary chose rejoicing.

The future was uncertain for Mary, yet she trusted and rejoiced in God. Raising the Son of God was loaded with trials, but Mary and Joseph leaned into the hands of a faithful God. And so, she gave birth to the Messiah in the lowliest of places–a stable. I’m sure this wasn’t her ideal hope for the birth of a king, but she rejoiced anyway.

Our mountains are scalded now. People have lost their homes and possessions. Some have lost family. Yet in the depths of despair, our spirits rejoice for God is mighty—and we believe that.

When you lay down to rest on this Christmas night, don’t forget the one gift opened for you hundreds of years ago—the one that offers you an eternal present. And then, allow your soul to glorify the Lord and your spirit to rejoice. For on this day, in the city of David, a Savior was born. Christ the Lord. 

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Good morning, Son. Welcome to my world.

Well, yours and mine. Everything you see and will see came through you. Without you nothing came into existence. Of course you do not know this. Not today, not this morning. All you know is hunger and cold and darkness, but soon, very soon, you will understand why there is hunger and cold and darkness. Without hunger, you would not crave your mother’s milk and cling to her breast. Without cold, you could not appreciate the way her skin swaddles you in warmth. Without darkness, how could you become the light of the world?

Enjoy these few precious years with your parents, aunts and uncles, and childhood friends. Soon, very soon, you will be a man with the guilt of the world on your head and the weight of a wooden cross on your shoulders. But today, this morning, you are a gift – a cause for celebration, and a joy to your parents and the world.

A few words of advice, Son.

1) Resist the urge to take the easy way, the wide and smooth path. That’s the coward’s journey. Take it easy and you’ll end up standing on a corner looking for trouble instead of standing up for the widows, orphans, and oppressed.

2) Honor your father and mother. This is the first of my commandments that comes with a promise. “Children, obey your parents that it may go well with you and that you may live long in the land.” They are not perfect, but they are your parents and in many ways, small and large, they gave their lives for you.

3) Above all, love life and love me. Take care of your neighbors. Put yourself in their place. As you grow in wisdom and knowledge all of this will become second nature to you. Love and truth are the essence of who you are, who we are. You cannot help but to act, say, and be like me.

That’s enough for now. Later, when you have questions, simply ask. Aloud or in silent thoughts, it doesn’t matter. I hear every prayer, every petition. You may not see me, but you will know my presence and peace. So be filled with joy. You are in my world, now. Our world. You will have trouble and heartbreak, but you will overcome the pain of this world. I promise.

And when your days are done I will welcome you back into my arms, for I am your Father and you are my one and only Son. You have my blessing. Now go and bless others.

Eddie Jones

Learning to Walk

By his first birthday in August, he no longer needed a crutch. The wagon sat idle. He was on the move and had learned to walk—and fall.

My grandson, Declan, lives nine hours away, so I don’t see him as often as I’d like. When we traveled to see him in April, he was trying to crawl, but one chubby little leg wouldn’t cooperate. Each time he rose to his hands and knees, he’d tuck that leg under him and move to a sitting position. One week after we returned home, we Facetimed and watched him whizzing around the room on his hands and knees.

In June, Declan and his family traveled to my home for a visit. Declan—proud as a peacock—walked with the aid of a wagon he pushed back and forth. It was his safety net. As long as he held tightly, he moved about with a million-dollar smile on his satisfied face.

In God’s grace, it won’t be the first time he learns to walk—and learns to get up after a fall.

God has much to say about our walk, as using a search engine to find verses about walking with God will reveal. But searching for verses about walking with God in isolation is dangerous. God gives a list of “Thou shalt nots”—a list for our good and His glory. He teaches us how to walk. Just like a toddler, I have walked, fallen, and gotten up repeatedly. It’s a cyclical pattern. I pray I’ll be called a woman after God’s own heart—avoiding sin. Yet if that’s my only desire, I’m merely a sin-dodger, a works-driven legalist.

God wants more than our obedience. He wants our heart. A heart that desires obedience, born of a deep love. A heart that sacrifices our will for His. King David was called “a man after God’s own heart.” He walked, fell, and got up, doing so with humility, repentance, and reverence.

Don’t merely strive to avoid sin. Embrace God in your heart—a heart that swells with love for Him.

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Promises Delayed

Our lives are written like the great American novel, one moment at a time.

There was a family who desperately desired a child but after many failed attempts could not conceive. I saw their hope turn to despair as their last attempt to be a family failed. I encouraged them to keep trying, but theirs was a long road of discouragement. Just like a novel being written, the conflict was about to give way to destiny.

We kept praying for their child to come, but they had to stop their pursuit to save their sanity. When it seemed as if God’s plan was for them to be childless, the Lord wrote a new chapter in their lives.

Their doctor notified them that a young mother was having a child and looking for a family to adopt her little girl. Their despair turned to hope, and hope produced a renewed sense of determination. Just like a great story, a dead end is never the end of the story. The arc of the story was written in the joy of the Lord, and His promises were seen in their lives.

In the end, this precious family adopted the little girl. The promise transformed their despair into unspeakable joy. I saw a spiritual and physical transformation as heartache gave way to a joy that isn’t from the pleasures of this life.

We are formed by moments and experiences that leave imprints of memories on our souls. The experiences craft our thoughts and behaviors. The hand of the Lord guides our footsteps, but sometimes His promises feel delayed.

I witnessed the Lord fulfill a promise that had been ten years in the making. Abraham waited for Isaac, and many are waiting today. You can have your blessing in life just as this couple did.  When you have done all you can, stand in the promises of the Lord. Hope changes everything.  

The Lord will fulfill His promises in your life, no matter how long it has been.

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Joseph's Patience

I would treasure something Joseph built.

I think of Joseph, Jesus’ earthly father, as a patient man. He was a carpenter. By trade, his work required meticulous effort if done well. When he made furniture or toys for the neighborhood children, I imagine him attending to each meticulous detail.

Joseph must have spent hours sanding the wooden surfaces to perfection and redoing corners so they matched. He surely became weary but labored until he finished an undertaking.

I see Joseph’s patience with Mary. During his engagement period to her, “she was found with child of the Holy Ghost” (Matt. 1:18). He could have reacted in any number of ways to this news. Many men would have exploded with accusations against her apparent immoral behavior.

Joseph knew he wasn’t the father of the child Mary carried. His response to the news was wrapped in his compassion for her. He didn’t want her to face public judgment and stoning if this news became known in their community. He would sign the necessary legal papers to quietly dissolve their engagement.

As Joseph considered the situation, an angel appeared to him in a dream and confirmed the imminent birth of Jesus. The angel told him Mary’s conception was from the Holy Spirit. He was not to be afraid to take Mary as his wife, and they were to name the child Jesus. Waking from his dream, Joseph obeyed.

At times we may wish for an angel to appear and address us personally with a message from God. If we could only receive concrete proof about God’s instructions for us, then we could find it easier to react as Joseph did: with patience in troubling situations and obedience to God.

Ask God for Joseph’s patience, compassion, and obedience as you prepare for the celebration of Jesus’ birth—the Savior of the world.

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Led as a Child

The words popped out of her four-year-old mouth at the right moment: “The Lord is my shepherd.”

A friend and I were talking in my living room. Tears streamed down her face as she confided in me about a burden she had carried for many years.

Seeing my friend cry, the little girl I babysit rushed over to her, gently stroked her face, and quoted the opening phrase of Psalm 23. My friend smiled and my heart overflowed.

Every day of caring for this little girl, I helped her memorize phrases from the Bible. I hadn’t focused on the meaning of the verses; I merely tried to instill Scripture into her long-term memory, figuring she would learn the meaning later.

Now I knew the truth of Scripture had become real to this little girl even though in her young mind she had no idea what a “shepherd” was. She found comfort in her spirit from the timeless words of the Shepherd’s Psalm. The Holy Spirit Himself had revealed the truth of this Bible verse to her.

Jesus said we must be like little children—simply believing and eagerly learning. As adults, we often ignore Christ’s charge to be childlike. We wring our hands instead of trusting God. While the Holy Spirit wants to comfort us, we persist in carrying our burdens. As a result, our spirits are weighed down and our hope is crushed.  

We should stop like children and listen to the gentle voice of the Holy Spirit, guiding us into all truth—truth that sets us free.

When worries or fears press in on you, stop and bow your head. Give your problems to God, one by one. Be led as a child, and let the words of Christ change your life.  

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Gott Min Uns

The bright orange engine icon stared at me from the dashboard of our Ford Escape.

I couldn’t find anything critically wrong with our car. It had oil and antifreeze, and it ran. Then, as if the first icon was lonely, a second appeared—a wrench. This wasn’t good. Our budget was rock-bottom low. I hoped it was just a bad sensor.

Charlotte struggled to hold back tears of frustration. It was my wife’s first day of retirement, and she needed to be at the Social Security office to fill out paperwork. 

She sniffed. “The car is kaput.”

And it was. The top speed was 20 mph. Charlotte had left on her first day of retirement chores but barely got one hundred feet. She was able to chug-chug her way back up our driveway. I opened the car door, and the orange dashboard icons greeted me like old friends. 

We emptied our wallets and looked in pockets and under sofa cushions to form a meager emergency fund. Finally, we took a moment to pray and then called a tow truck. Charlotte would ride with the driver to the Ford dealership. One of us needed to be around when our grandson Caleb got home from his first day in the sixth grade. Hopefully, we’d receive a loaner vehicle.

As Charlotte rode off with the tow truck, I poured a cup of coffee and bowed my head, “Father, we’re in trouble. Please help us.”

After a couple of cups of coffee, I received Charlotte’s first call. The dealership had already loaned all their customer assistance cars.

“They are studying the diagnostics,” Charlotte said.

I told her to get an estimate before they repaired the car. A few cups of coffee later, Charlotte called again. It’s even worse, I thought.

But I was wrong. Her tears were ones of joy. She had our Escape back and repaired.  Ford replaced the throttle, and it had cost nothing. Ford had an extended warranty on that year’s throttle. Even the tow was free. 

Gott mit uns,” Charlotte said, reverting to her native German tongue. It means “God is with us.” And He is … always. Yet I’m constantly surprised when He moves in my life. But I shouldn’t be. I need to get to the point where I know in my heart—regardless of the situation—that He is there.

Learn to trust. God will never let you down. 

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People Pleasers

The life of a people-pleaser is exhausting.

I sat in a bistro with a friend, sipping my smoothie and listening to her wounded heart. The hurtful concerns came from situations in her workplace yet could be summed up in one overarching reason: she’s a people-pleaser. She wanted approval, and its absence cut deeply. Fortunately, she came to that conclusion on her own, setting herself on a path of healing.

I’ve been a people-pleaser too. In the workplace, I thrived on those little notes of affirmation, on words of appreciation, and on compliments. They filled me with a sense of self-worth.

Inherent problems come with needing praise from others. No one can please everyone, so the result is despair, stress, and guilt.

Another problem is the self-serving posture. Motives are wrong. As a people-pleaser, I think my efforts are good since I’m making others happy. But the focus is self. People pleasing rings with dishonesty. I’m trying to please others so everyone will see my value and worth. I do good works with bad motives.

The biggest problem with being a people-pleaser is that it contradicts the gospel of Christ. We stand blameless before God only because of the imputed righteousness of Christ. He lived a perfect, sinless life—the only one worthy of standing before a holy God. Yet He exchanged His righteousness for our sinful depravity, took the burden upon Himself, and placed the robe of righteousness on us.  

Let God’s grace be sufficient. Seeking praise from others will always leave you empty, wounded, and stressed. Serve God because He is worthy. Then you will hear, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” 

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The Journey I Didn't Want to Take

Anxiety can’t always be quickly fixed. We can take medicine to lessen the symptoms, but often we have to accept it as part of our journey.

One of my sons once started sleep-walking. He did it multiple times every week, always within an hour of his bedtime. We tried different methods. Some worked for a short time, but then it would begin again. When the school year ended, so did the sleepwalking. Mother’s intuition says it was anxiety about school.

We might not like it, but we have to travel through anxiety. Doing so is a painful, frustrating journey. To journey means to travel from one place to another, usually taking a long time when we’d rather have a quick fix, a magic pill, a meditation, or even a supplement which can remove anxiety forever.

God uses anxiety for our good. He grows our character, which we take with us to heaven. Anxiety is a journey, but God uses it for a ministry. We will cling to God in ways we haven’t before. When we are hopeless, desperate, and at the end of ourselves, God becomes our all in all. This might be the hardest period of our life, but God is present and will get us through.

Anxiety will increase our confidence. It might bring fear, but we can master it. Once mastered, nothing else seems as frightening anymore. It also begs us to change. When we struggle, we want life to be different. Anxiety shoves us into the place to start the change.

Beginning a journey through anxiety isn’t easy. Often, it’s one step forward and two steps backward. But the journey is creating something worthy of heaven. It is not in vain.

God knows what He’s doing, and we can hold tight to His promises.

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Building Blocks for Healthy Relationships

“I remember when you used to …”

Anytime I hear my wife make that statement, I know what follows: “But you used to … Things like opening the car door or when entering a store. Or coming up behind her and putting my arm around her neck while we’re shopping.

My wife has a memory like an elephant and recalls things I’ve long forgotten. Among them, how our relationship was when we first married.

“But our relationship has matured,” I say.

“Now that you’ve got me, you think you don’t need to do those things anymore,” she says.

We’re probably both right to a degree, but healthy relationships must be maintained.

Paul gives a list of instructions for husbands and wives. Some women don’t like the submission part while some husbands take issue with loving their wives enough to die for them. But Paul prefaces the instructions with a command for mutual submission. Doing this requires building blocks.

Mutual love and submission entail intentionality. If I’m not intentional or determined to love my wife as Christ loved the church or to submit to her as I desire her to submit to me, it won’t happen. Anything important requires my undivided attention.

Thoughtful words and actions are important. My wife loves to hear me tell her I love her, but she wants to see the love in action: holding her hand, opening a car door, giving her a card, kissing her first thing in the morning. These are all little things that mean a lot.

Honesty is also critical. Dishonesty will wreck any marriage or relationship. I know. I’ve been on the receiving end of dishonesty, and it leads to a dead end. Trust is built in small ways over the course of many years. One wrong move can destroy what it took years to build.

Faithfulness is a must for healthy relationships. It follows on the heels of honesty. In the marriage ceremony, I promised faithfulness to my one wife until death parts us.

More important than any other block is including God. Relationships that exclude Him are headed for failure from the start.

Use the correct building blocks to erect healthy relationships in your life.

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Chosen to Leave

He was chosen to leave.

The father of one my Amish students was chosen by lot to be a minister in his church. On Saturday, he was a father, a school board member, and a hard worker in the community. On Sunday, he became a minister.

The Amish father had no choice in the matter. He could not say, “Gee, I’m really sorry, but this is not what I want to do for the rest of my life.” Or, “Can I have a little more time to think about it?” Nor, “I think you’ve selected the wrong man.”

When the Amish father became a baptized member of the church, he knew this could happen. He also believed if he were chosen by lot to serve as a minister, then God had chosen him for this position. By faith, he would leave his old life and step into his new role to serve his church, his community, and his family as a minister of God.

Abraham, the father of all nations, was also chosen by God to leave his former life. His faith caused him to uproot his family and go into a foreign land, not knowing what to expect or what he would find. He trusted God. God said, “Go,” and Abraham went.

As I thought about Abraham and the Amish father, I wondered if God was asking me to leave something behind, what amazing plans He had for my life, and if I’d be brave enough to go where He called.

Just as the journey wasn’t easy for Abraham or the Amish father, I know it won’t be easy for me. God expects me to have faith, place my trust in Him, and work hard to bring glory to His name.

God is ready to choose you. Prepare now. God has great plans for you.

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Prayer Is a Precious Pearl

We live in an instant-action world where we want productivity and a quick fix.

Having someone ask you to pray for them is an honor. They trust you with their wants and needs and ask you to lift your soul’s voice to the heavenly throne on their behalf. They also trust you to protect their heart.

Sometimes we don’t offer prayer but feel-good platitudes. We speak our idea of God’s solution into a person’s life instead of taking their prayer to God. A well-intentioned, “Chin up, buttercup!” can rub someone the wrong way. A hurting person may not want to be told it’s going to get better.

Many life situations won’t improve this side of heaven: sickness, family dysfunction, financial distress. That doesn’t mean God doesn’t care or that He’s not listening. It just means it may not be in someone’s best interest for God to bless them in the way we think they should be blessed. We may never understand why some prayers get answered while others don’t. We may feel we’ve cried so long and so loud that we’ve nothing left to cry with.

We can’t always see beyond the darkness, so we enlist those around us to do the same. That’s when prayer, not platitudes, turns to providence. And like the grain of sand that irritates the oyster, our situations turn our pleadings into pearls of prayers.

Don’t offer a synthetic solution in place of what’s genuine. When someone trusts you with their prayer needs, be careful to protect and cherish them, not toss them to the side or onto the ground. We all want to be cherished and protected by God. After all, “The Kingdom of Heaven is like a merchant on the lookout for choice pearls” (Matthew 13:45 NLT).

Consider each prayer request a fine pearl to be added to your string of beauty. The more you treasure them, the greater your treasure will be. 

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Whose Glory?

“What happened to your voice?” I asked my daughter.

“I don’t know,” she said. 

I shook my head, trying not to panic. The rehearsals were over. Weeks of daily practice, singing lessons, and choreography, and we had reached the final dress rehearsal. Her curly red-haired wig fit. The orphan’s costumes had been hemmed. I felt fear and excitement about her starring role. And now she was losing her voice.

As she sat talking about rehearsal, I interrupted her. “Stop talking this instant.”

My mind raced as we slowly drove out of the parking lot. I quelled the instinct to pull over and text friends who would pray for her speedy recovery. Later, as I tucked her into bed, we asked God to heal her voice and help her sing for His glory. As we said “amen,” she opened her eyes.

“Mama?” she asked.

“Yes?” I stifled the urge to put my finger over her lips to quiet her strained voice.

“I’ve been thinking. You just prayed I would sing for God’s glory. All this time at practices, I have been singing for my glory.” 

Her words pierced my heart. She summed up one of my greatest temptations (and all-out failures) in one sentence. Numerous incidents of when I worked, studied, shopped, exercised, or talked for my glory rather than God’s. I looked into her eyes and told her how I, too, struggled with the same temptation. 

Several humble prayers and cups of tea with honey later, my daughter sang her heart out through three performances. Although there were a few hoarse notes here and there, her voice was strong, and we both knew we had learned an important lesson about living for God’s glory rather than hers or mine.   

First Corinthians 10:31 teaches us to “do everything for His glory.” Sometimes we are caught up in the joy of our gifts and the success we often find in using them. It’s easy to forget where they come from and, more so, the importance of offering them back to God for His glory.

Whatever you do today—whether working, reading, serving, or singing, do it all for Him.

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We Are the First Responders

As I crouched beside my bestie in our hot, crowded garage trying to help her breathe, I realized this is who we are as Christ’s body, and this is what we do. We are the people who put the broken pieces back together.

I spent my holiday cradling yet another friend, shock-eyed with justified hot tears. Her husband had decided he “didn’t love her anymore.” Earlier, I had talked to a friend who had taken a foster child into her care—a child who was nonverbal because of abuse. Two days prior, I had listened as another friend tried to help someone whose children were mom-less. Everywhere I turned, people were dealing with crises.

When unconditional vows give way to discontent and wayward eyes, we’re the ones who come in and pick up the pieces of broken hearts. When good intentions can’t compete with mental disorders or abuse, we’re the ones left to give a mothering touch. And when children are left mom-less from cancer’s stubborn grip, we’re the hug givers and casserole bearers.

Many think of Christians as pristinely dressed, clean-freak, holy angels. Our hands, though, are dirty from being in the muck and mire of repairing what the evil one has tried to destroy. We are the hope givers, the first responders.

Helping isn’t always convenient. Many times, we’re ill-equipped. But in a broken world, we’re the only ones who stand in the gap between despair and a second chance.

Keep fighting the good fight and keeping the faith.

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For the Love of a Daughter

My nine-year-old daughter loved cats, just like her dad. I never had a long term pet. Animals made me nervous.

When a neighbor offered her a kitten, I said, “No!”

She begged and took me to see it. My heart softened, but the answer didn’t change. Her warm brown eyes sought mine, “Please, Mom, I’ll take care of it.”

“We can’t afford a cat. You’d have to pay for it,” I said.

Her face glowed, as if she owned the calico already. My stomach lurched in anticipation of this unwanted addition to the household. She called her grandparents and aunts and uncles and told them if they wanted to give her a birthday present she’d like money to get a kitten.

And so the kitten arrived. When the bundle of fur snuggled against me and purred, my heart flooded with love. My daughter smiled. “Isn’t she pretty, Mom? I knew you’d like her.”

What I hadn’t anticipated was the responsibility my daughter embraced in caring for Brownie. She never complained about scooping the litter box. She brushed the cat and reminded me to buy food and litter when they were low. She taught the younger children how to be gentle when handling Brownie and how to love unconditionally by putting up with the bad smells and occasional scratches.

When my daughter married, she took her cat to their new home. After each of her children were born, I watched her lavish love on them as she had on Brownie. Now she’s instructing the children to be patient and kind to their fluffy family member. As they care for the cat, she purrs, warms their bodies on wintry nights, and cuddles their tummies when they hurt.

“Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things”—even a daughter’s pet. 

Think of actions that will show love to your family—and by extension, God’s love. The results may astound you.

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The Drive-By

A legless man fell into the middle of a busy road. Cars swerved around him as he flailed helplessly—but no one stopped.

My husband knocked off work and traveled along a busy back road. On the corner, he noticed an older gentleman in a wheelchair attempting to enter the intersection. His wheel caught the pavement’s edge, toppling his chair and throwing him a few feet.

Aware of the danger the man faced, my husband looked at the three cars in front of him. He waited for one to stop. None did. All three veered to the left and continued on their way. Approaching the intersection, my husband pulled to the side and helped the man up and back into his wheelchair.

Each of the drivers may have had a good reason for passing the man. Maybe they had an appointment or a family situation that couldn’t wait. Perhaps they worked the evening shift and feared arriving late. Whatever the reason, they didn’t stop.

The lesson of The Good Samaritan is simple: When someone is in need, we can walk away or stop and help. Sometimes it’s easy to fall into the comfort of our Christian walk. We miss the opportunities God places before us to show kindness to others.

If we ask God to open our eyes for ways to offer help, we can kick-start this Good Samaritan attitude in us. Learning to see disruptions as a blessing—a chance to serve the Lord—will help keep negative thoughts about the delay out of our mind.

God gives many opportunities to show Christ’s love to others. Some bring inconveniences that make us stop and value relationship over time and money.

Allow God to use you as the next Good Samaritan. 

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The Best Banquet

I love a good meal.

When my grown children visit, our main entertainment is cooking. We create a dish together and then have the luxury of sharing the meal. Our times of food and fellowship are priceless.

For my 50th birthday, my children threw a small dinner party for me with our best friends, complete with place cards and my favorite entrée of coconut shrimp. Desert was crème brulee, a taste of heaven.

One day there will be a better banquet—the best banquet at the greatest venue—heaven. The bride of Christ will sit down with King Jesus at a banquet. He will provide all the food and even our clothes. That’s living.

But there is a catch. You have to accept the invitation. In Luke 14:15-24, Jesus told about a man who threw a great feast and invited the “Who’s Who” in town. All of them made excuses: “I’m too busy,” or “I just got married.” The man told his servants to invite the down-and-outs—the poor, handicapped, drifters, and homeless. They came because they realized their need.

Jesus said in Matthew 5:3, “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” The invitation is open to all who realize they need a Savior. While free to us, it cost Christ His life. A place card is there for me. Not because of any good I’ve done, but because Christ paid the price for my sin. My place card is written in His blood. So is yours.

I look forward to seeing many there—even though I don’t know all the faces now. Plenty of time to learn those in eternity.

If you haven’t responded to Christ’s invitation, there’s still time.

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Learning about Success

Finding our heart’s desire is a mountain-climbing experience full of dangers, fatigue, and walking with blisters.

One of my grandchildren accompanied me to the bank. I was grateful to get to know him better and buy him an ice cream cone. When we drove up to the drive-in window, he asked, “Papa, is this the money store?”

He thought all I had to do to get money for ice cream was ask the lady for as much as I wanted. When I explained I had to give her money first and then she would keep it for me until I needed it, he said, “Oh!” He had learned a bit about life.

I thought, “Precious little guy, you have taught Papa we learn about a successful life by small lessons.”

Learning about success is a process—not a perfect condition. Often, we learn the hard way. Then, after we find success (the top of the mountain), we must be careful not to slip or get carried away by strong winds, pushing us over the edge.

God taught Joshua prosperity and success were anchored in learning about what Almighty God says about living. But he couldn’t stop at learning. He had to live as God told him to.

Spiritual learning and living is an applied psychology because it goes beyond philosophy and is characterized by objectivity. A person who follows the prescription for anxiety given in Philippians chapter four finds the objective results of peace that passes understanding. Peace comes from a relationship with Jesus who said if we come to Him, He will give us peace with an eternal flavor.

Find success by abiding in a loving relationship with Jesus which is guaranteed to produce fruit.

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Samaritans on the Loose

Oh no! We were ten miles from the Allentown airport when the battery light on the car started flashing.

We coasted to a gas station across from the airport before it died. My husband offered to pay a man at the gas pump to take my mom to the gate to catch her flight. “No problem. My wife is headed there right now to return a rental car,” he replied. That was only the beginning.

For the next two hours, the man and his family stuck by our side—in the cold, icy rain—trying to help us. It became obvious we would have to get towed seventy miles to our mechanic’s garage. Rather than leaving us, the family insisted on staying until the tow truck arrived. In the warmth of their running car, we waited and exchanged stories. All I could think was, How do they have time to do this? We’re strangers. We barely speak the same language (they were Hispanic). Yet they were showing us such kindness.

I’ve thought a lot about the parable of the Good Samaritan since that night … of the priest and Levite who passed by the man who had been robbed, beaten, and left for dead. Life was about them. They had places to go and people to see. I’ll bet they were busy. Perhaps their lives were full of sentences with no commas—too full to be interrupted. Probably not much different than mine.

The Samaritan was different. And so were these folks. Because of the time they took for us on that cold wintry night, our lives were touched and changed. We were challenged … to slow down and consider God’s undeserved mercy.  

If you haven’t been a Samaritan on the loose, it’s not too late to start.

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I took my job seriously and prayerfully began the journey.

I wondered why God gave me two little lives to nurture and adore, when most of the time I felt inadequate. At every turn, I was doing the learning while my little ones seemed to be one step ahead.

"Father, I can't do this,” I cried often.

He answered softly.  "If you weren't equal to the task, I would not ask.” 

Once again, I was picked up, dusted off, and set back on my feet. I can't say I "raised" them. In many ways, they were more aware of life than I. I can only pray they learned half as much from me as I did from them.

My daughter, Tammy, came to me after her first daughter, Ashley, was born. "Mom," she said, "this world is so cruel and violent. I sometimes wonder if I didn't make a mistake by having a child."

My eyes met hers as my heart skipped a beat. Praying silently for wisdom, I answered, "Honey, this life is far more than what we see with our eyes. If you teach her to love the Lord and accept Him as her personal Savior, she will live forever with Jesus and all of us who know in our hearts He is the Son of God." I thanked God for the precious gift of motherhood.

Thank God for the privilege of being a parent.  

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Looking Intently

Time spent on some things might be better spent somewhere else.

A Facebook friend posted a picture of a stone wall and asked viewers to look at it, look away, and then look back. Viewers should see something other than a stone wall.

I was looking for Jesus’ face to appear. It didn’t. Though I followed the directions, all I saw was the same stone wall. I messaged my friend who explained what I needed to look for. It wasn’t Jesus’ face but a large cigar with ashes stuck in the wall.

There was no significance in the time I spent gazing at this stone wall, but it was entertaining once I saw the cigar. I enjoy staying connected with friends and family through Facebook, but looking at a stone wall and seeing nothing except a big cigar made me feel as if I’d wasted my time.

When I read God's Word, I never feel as if I’m wasting my time. I could also trim the time I spend on Facebook and spend more time looking into God's Word. While there is no promise connected to looking into Facebook, there is a promise for looking into and obeying God's Word. The promise is that we will be blessed in what we do.

Consider cutting some time from social media and looking more into God's Word so you can hear what God says and be blessed.

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Hello Pot, Meet Kettle

Sometimes in trying to teach a child a lesson, we find out we’re the student.

It was a teachable moment and I was going to use this opportunity to talk to my fourteen-year-old about purity and integrity. One of her friends made an innocent comment but phrased it with a double meaning—a sexual innuendo. I wanted to explain that as a child of God and representative of Christ we should be an example to others. I called my daughter over, but while I was speaking, she was playing on her iPod. This was important, but she didn’t hear a word I said because she was absorbed in a game.

The next day it hit me. I do the same to God all the time. I’m the pot who called the kettle black.

God created Adam for fellowship, to walk and talk together in the garden. We were made for fellowship too. God wants to spend time with me, but I’m often too busy for quiet time with Him. Yet I find time to play on the computer and watch mindless TV shows. 

God doesn’t need my prayers. I do. I can pray on the go, as I run out the door, or as I’m falling asleep, but Jesus always took time to be alone with His Father. When I take time to be with God, I’m renewed and strengthened. Doing so is how I listen and learn. It keeps me aware of His presence so I’m more trusting through trials and less crazy in crises.

Prayer is a heart attitude. There is no right or wrong way to do it. A small hurried prayer is better than not talking to God at all, but we need time to listen. Consider the things that fill your day and crowd out your quiet time.

Find time for your heavenly Father. He is your reward and nothing can compare.

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Train and Release

“Mom, let go.”

Those three words hit me hard. Tears fogged up my sunglasses. It was just the mastery of a two-wheel bike, but it was much more.

My son’s words echoed in my head as I loosened my grip on the bicycle seat and watched him cruise down the path unassisted. One more item added to the list of ways my baby doesn’t need me anymore.

But that’s what parenting is about. Training our children so they grow in independence. Still, it doesn’t take away the hurt. As I watch him reach new milestones, my sense of pride is mixed with a sense of loss. My prayer is that he will increase in spiritual growth as he has in physical growth. That one day he will take up this faith his father and I have been impressing upon him and say, “Mom, let go. You’ve taught me well, but I own this now.”

And I will let go and watch him become his own person. I’ll be grateful for the feeling of joy and pain mixed because that emotion is proof of love.

I wonder if Timothy’s mother and grandmother had similar feelings to work through. Their boy grew up to be a leader in the early church, but in order for him to succeed, they also had to let go.

Maybe it’s time to peel your clenched fist off that bicycle seat and watch your child ride free of your grasp. Give it a try. It’s okay if the tears fog up your sunglasses.

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Prayer Help

Though she had raised a family and had a career as a nurse, she didn’t remember either. 

A friend of mine was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. Her husband is her care giver and helps her get ready to attend our church prayer meeting where women pray and remain with her until the men’s group is dismissed.

Our friend reads and prays over the first names from the week’s prayer bulletin, choosing her words carefully as she tries to get every request right. Week after week, she starts in the same place with the same requests. It occurred to us that she might want to pray for someone or something else, so we offered her three other requests: a retiring missionary who needed a job, a missionary who needed a new field of service, and a friend who needed help caring for her sick husband.

As we bowed our heads, our friend prayed, “Thank You to pray. I pray for everyone who is—still.” Even a few ideas were difficult for her to remember. Looking down at the list, she continued, “Pray for the lady and her husband. Pray for the Planning Committee and the Deacon Committee. In Jesus Name, Amen.” Her silence allowed others to meditate.

David took his problems to God. Trusting the requests were heard, he rested in the knowledge God would answer. After help came, David sang praises from a heart blessed by God’s love and goodness toward him.

People have burdensome problems without easy answers. We pray but don’t know how to ask for God’s help, what to say, or what to do about the situation. Lacking words, we often cry to the Lord—or just cry. Jesus is the mediator between God and believers, and the Spirit intercedes when we don’t know what to say. He speaks perfectly and with intensity.

God knows our hearts and recognizes the Spirit’s mind. Let Him help you pray the will of God.

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Zero Balance

The bill was more than a thousand dollars. The explanation said I had provided no insurance information.

Before I had tests done at the hospital, my doctor informed me it would cost one hundred dollars up front, but led me to believe there would be no further charges. She did say, though, that insurance didn’t usually pay for that particular test.

The day I had the test, the receptionist was not a happy camper, and the office resembled a zoo. The lobby filled as the morning progressed, and I had the feeling I’d been overlooked. The waiting was difficult, since the test required a fast—meaning no breakfast or coffee. Finally at noon, they performed the test.

The receptionist hadn’t asked for my insurance information, so when I received the bill, I called the billing company. Once I convinced them I was me, the call dropped. I called again, went through the same identification process with another customer service rep, and prayed this time the line would hold.

When I questioned the bill, the receptionist checked her records and informed me I had a zero balance. Even though she assured me I owed no money, I remained skeptical and asked for the hospital number so I could double-check. Only after I received confirmation from the hospital was I able to believe it. She explained how a computer-generated bill can go out before the insurance payment kicks in. (The insurance they didn't ask for and said wouldn't apply to this particular test.)   

Everybody owes a spiritual debt of sin to God. The problem is we can never pay the debt we owe. But when Christ died on the cross, He said, "It is finished." We can be one hundred percent certain He paid our sin debt.

Trust Christ so you can have a zero-balance with Him. Forever.

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Audience of One

“Don’t write for me, but for the prosecutor who will need details to prove a case beyond a reasonable doubt,” I said.

As a police watch commander, I required officers to submit their daily crime and arrest reports for approval. My advice for them to write the reports as if they were writing them for the prosecutor often fell on deaf ears. I was their boss. But the light illuminated when they were called to the witness stand and realized my opinion was irrelevant. All that mattered was what they did and didn’t do.

As a follower of Christ, living for the approval of people is nonsensical. Yet I’ve done it. I want others to receive my written work with anticipation and endorsement to help validate my thoughts. But why do I need others to place their stamp of approval on my effort?

Needing approval from others may mean I’m seeking a pat on the back or not practicing faithfulness to God’s call on my life. I want my words to reflect God’s instruction to me. He teaches, and I write.

“I want to live for an audience of one” is something I have written many times over. But living it is a challenge. I can now proclaim I have put hobbies and other activities to the side as I write for God’s glory.

If we follow Jesus and pursue holiness, God will speak to us through Scripture, the Holy Spirit, and His creation. When He does—and we respond in obedience, we are living for an audience of ONE.

Affirmation and encouragement are nice, but the seal of approval should come from our Father in heaven. 

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Integrated into Jesus

Skin cancer can teach a person a lot about Jesus.

I was on our back deck watching the hummingbirds fight over their nectar jars. Suddenly, I felt a itching on the lower part of my left jaw. Thinking it must be a bug bite, I tried to ignore the itch. Ignoring it didn’t work, so I went inside to look.

Inside my mouth, I found a pink little mountain the color of bubblegum that was as smooth as a baby’s bottom and as firm as a piece of fruit. I knew I had to tell my wife, but hesitated because she was so proactive. I thought about ignoring the eruption in hopes it would go away. I was overruled again.

A few days later at my skin doctor’s office, I didn’t like the grim look on his face when I told him the story and showed him my little marvel. He scheduled me for surgery immediately.

I learned many years ago to take my stunned moments to Jesus, so I quoted the prescription for anxiety written on the Philippians prescription pad that told me to stop being anxious. I needed to go to my loving Lord in the spirit of a worshipful supplicant and ask for things from a position of thankfulness. Coming to God meant believing He existed and would reward me. Peace filled my being as I was integrated into Jesus after coming into His loving arms.

The whole cancer episode became interesting, not frightening any longer. I was awake during the surgery but couldn’t move. My vision was clouded, but I could still watch the doctor open up my throat. Even then, I wasn’t frightened. Later, my doctor told me I was cancer free. My heart still sings praises to God.

No matter what comes your way, rest in the loving arms of Jesus.

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One Fleshed or Simply "Undivorced?"

As we made our way through the Port-au-Prince airport, we exhaled a sigh of relief when we found our host.

Byen venu to Haiti!” our host said. “I hope your travels went well.” They had. But our travels would not end in Port-au-Prince. We still had to make the three-hour car trip to Miragoane by way of bumpy mountain roadways. Another Haitian pastor, whom we will call Auguste, graciously offered us a ride.

As we bounced along, we used the time to get to know each other. Through the first pastor, who translated for us, we discovered that Auguste had become pastor of his church less than two years before and had found a sad spiritual situation. In a church of less than 200 people, ten couples cohabited but refused to get married. Auguste informed us that in Haiti men often cheat on their wives or have several partners. If a wife displeases her husband, he simply abandons her. Even many pastors practice infidelity.

But Pastor Auguste had quickly gone to work. He preached to his congregation that Christians must live in faithfulness to their spouse. At the local seminary where he taught, he changed the curriculum so a class on the Christian life became the first that a prospective pastor had to take. Auguste also traveled to other regions to preach against marital infidelity.

And people listened. All ten couples in his church either married or agreed to live in purity. So Auguste devoted more days to traveling and preaching. In fact, he travelled and preached so much that he never saw his wife and kids.

God hates divorce and wants husbands and wives to remain faithful for a lifetime. Periodically, I need to ask myself if I exemplify the oneness God designed for marriage, or if I simply remain “undivorced.” God wants us to “hold fast” to our spouse—to make time for them, to love and cherish them, and to make them our first priority.

Practice oneness in your marriage rather than living in a state of “undivorceness.”

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Dad Was Wrong

I tried to tell Dad Jeremiah wasn’t the prophet or a bullfrog, but he wouldn’t listen.

One of Three Dog Night’s more famous songs—that wasn’t supposed to be—was “Joy to the World.” What made it famous was the opening line: “Jeremiah was a bullfrog.” Being a child of the 60s and 70s, I naturally loved the song. My dad, on the other hand—a fundamentalist preacher—hated it as much as I esteemed it. In his mind, the song made fun of the biblical prophet.

According to one band member, the original line to what was supposed to be a silly kid’s song was, “Jeremiah was a prophet.” Perhaps Dad was right. The writer of the song, however, said, "Jeremiah was an expedient of the time. I had the chorus for three months. I took a drink of wine, leaned on the speaker, and said 'Jeremiah was a bullfrog.'"

Whether the song was written to make fun of the prophet or not seems uncertain. What is certain is that my dad was doing his best to obey what Paul wrote. He wanted his body—including his mind—to be pure and holy before God. Listening to things that were sacrilegious wasn’t permissible for him, and he didn’t want me to listen either. That might also explain why he rarely went to the movies or watched anything but the old flicks on television—the ones produced before cursing and overt sexual content were allowed. 

Even at a young age, I thought Dad might have gone a little overboard, but I admire anyone who stands for what they believe. And Dad did. Convictions are essential to life. Without them, I’m blown about like a tumbleweed. While I didn’t always share my father’s convictions, I admired the fact he had them and watched his example to manufacture my own.

I doubt Three Dog Night’s song was making fun of the biblical prophet, but the controversy taught me there are things and people who will attempt to lead me away from God’s standards. Only by establishing convictions built on God’s Word can I remain on the straight and narrow path God wants me to walk—just as Dad did.

Let your convictions mold your lifestyle.  

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Seeing Jesus

Seeing someone in real life is better than hearing about them.

My youngest sister and a friend wanted to see Elvis Presley perform. They purchased tickets for a concert, drove several hours, rented a motel, and finally sat in an audience of thousands to see their singing idol. They were ecstatic as they listened and watched him from a distance.

Zacchaeus was a curious little guy from Jericho. As a tax collector, he didn’t make as much money as he wanted, so he tallied a little extra on everyone’s bill. Others did it; it was no big deal. Doing so paid off. He wasn’t only the chief tax collector but also a savvy and wealthy businessman. But he didn’t get the satisfaction he thought his riches would bring. Then he heard about Jesus—a man who taught in the synagogues and performed miracles. So he made plans to see Him.

As Jesus neared Jericho, a blind beggar beside the road cried out to Jesus. Jesus asked the disciples to bring the blind man to Him and then asked the man a question. Following the man’s response, Jesus said, “Receive your sight, your faith has healed you.” Immediately, the man received his sight, followed along, and praised Jesus.

Herod asked to see Jesus, hoping to see something sensational. He looked for the supernatural, the unusual, and something to entertain him. He didn’t really long to see who Jesus was; he just wanted to see the miracles He did.

Perhaps Jericho was a-buzz with the account of Jesus’ miracles, but at some point, Zacchaeus heard Jesus was nearby. He wanted to witness Him. He wanted to know who He was. Something stirred Zacchaeus’ heart. So he shimmied up a tree, hid among the branches, and waited.

Wanting to see what Jesus does and desiring to see Him are different things. Zacchaeus hid in the tree to see but Jesus recognized the heart hunger of this tax collector and called to him.

Do you know a place where Jesus will show up? Is there a church nearby where His presence abides? Run to a place where you can see Jesus and get to know Him.

Look for a sanctuary where you can find out who Jesus is and what He can be to you. 

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Closed Doors

“Why not me, Lord?” That was my question when I heard they went with another candidate.

I had interviewed for a pharmaceutical position. Even though the manger was rooting for me—and all the cards looked like they were in my hand—the regional director did not pick me. I began to question myself, I did everything right. I thought this was my season for open doors. As I sat sulking in my pity party, I heard God say, “I know the plans I have for you ...”

When we look at the big picture, we can see God’s plans are always better than ours. He wants to bless our lives with things we couldn’t imagine. All He requires is that we trust Him and let Him direct our paths. If He closes a door, there is a reason why the knob won’t turn. Don’t force it open or even linger around it because He has something far greater behind another door. When I heard His voice, I thanked Him for not allowing the door to open. He knows what’s on the other side, and it was not in His purpose for me.

Have you ever asked, “Why not me, Lord?” If you are in His will, then His choice was the right one, and there was nothing you could have done to make the situation better.

Rejoice and thank God that He shuts some doors because He has other doors that will open for your purpose.

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Baby Steps

I wonder how I got here.

Have you ever found yourself saying those words? Finding yourself somewhere you didn’t plan to be—whether in a physical location or an emotional state—can lead to all kinds of trouble.

The Bible says God isn’t the author of confusion, but of peace. He’s also a God of order and shows evidence of this throughout the Bible. One example is shown through His instructions to Noah for building the ark. Specific details were given regarding the type of wood, dimensions, placement of decks, windows, doors, etc. The purpose of the ark was to save Noah and his family from the flood. Most likely, the command made no sense to Noah—since it had never rained before—but he listened and obeyed when God spoke. Noah spent 120 years following step-by-step construction to complete his task. Friends and neighbors laughed at him, but he didn’t quit. Had Noah felt overwhelmed and given up … or just never heard God in the first place, none of us would be here.

Since I’m not an organized person, hearing “If you fail to plan, you plan to fail” disturbs me. However, planning helped me lose fifty pounds—something I never thought I could do. I set a goal and followed my plan. Day by day, meal by meal, I decided which foods were worth it. This dream became a reality through God’s strength and my baby steps. If I had given no thought to my previous poor choices, I would weigh the same or more today.

The writer of Proverbs says people perish when there is no vision. God’s Word protects us from dangerous circumstances that cause us shame or harm. I don’t want to be the simpleton who goes blindly on and suffers the consequences. Pay attention. Life is a gift–each day a fresh start. What will you do with yours?

Plan your path, grab your Father’s hand, and don’t let go. Remember … baby steps.

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Seeking Truth

It was the most emotional night of my life, and every year the memory comes to mind.

For months, I had been struggling in my personal faith walk. After attending several years of Bible study, I had reached a crossroads. Many things about walking in faith had brought me to the place of questioning whether the Bible was true. Then, sitting in church on a Thursday night service before Good Friday, I could hardly sit still for the unrest in my soul. I was struggling with more questions than I had answers. I could no longer accept being a marginal, moderate Christian. “Lukewarm” had become uncomfortable. If even one part of the Bible wasn’t true, then none of it could be.

Lord, if You are real, I need to know!

Near the end of the service, something happened for which I was unprepared. The lights in the sanctuary dimmed. One by one, different people from the congregation walked forward and carried off every item in the church that identified it as being a place of worship: the candelabra’s, the kneeling bench. The last thing carried out was the large Bible from the altar.

People filed out of the sanctuary in complete silence until I was left alone. Then God spoke, Sherry, this is what life would be like without me. Nothingness! Is this what you want? You have to choose.

Never before or since has God spoken so clearly to my heart.

Though this incident occurred more than twenty years ago, there is much I still don’t understand about God. I have more to learn, but from that moment until now I don’t want to live one day without Him. In times of great loss and earthly sadness, it has been reassuring to know He is real, present, and caring.

On that night, the Lord asked if I would choose Jesus. With tears and an overflowing heart, I said, yes! Living without Him is simply no life at all.

Don’t merely seek answers to the mysteries of the universe. Seek the Designer of the universe Himself. He’s waiting on your answer.  

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The Slap to Forgiveness

The crack of the slap resounded in the tiny kitchen, and five pairs of horrified eyes accused me.

I could see my fiery fingerprints on my son’s face. Even as a heathen, I knew better than to strike a child on the face. His shocked blue eyes—the lamps of his soul—plunged me into the darkness of shame and grief before he darted away. Silently, his older brother picked up the garbage bag, the bone of our contention, and walked outside.

Chaos reigned in this tiny rental where we temporarily housed our family of seven while looking for something permanent. Packing lunches for five children before piling them in the van to transport them to Christian school was taxing. As I was stuffing the brown bags and reminding our middle son to take out the trash, someone turned on the water, drenching the bags. Though he loudly protested it wasn’t his turn to take out the trash, something snapped—and it was me.

I saw movement behind the drapes in the living room. It was the boy who wanted to be found. I pulled him into my arms, set aside the day’s reading, and turned to Colossians 3, Paul’s exhortation to forgive one another even as Christ has forgiven us. I dropped to my knees and begged for my son’s forgiveness.

As we drove to school, my tears continued to fall, and my third grader asked, “Mommy, does the blood still work today?” When I nodded yes, he said, “Then you should be glad, not sad.” The little child whom I had offended was God’s instrument of forgiveness. The Kingdom belongs to these.

When we offend others and grieve God, we carry the weight of our sin as a load. God wants us to cast our cares upon Him who cares for us.

Confess your sin to God and to the one you have offended and receive the remission of your sins.

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Mother of All the Living

“You know how to milk a mouse?” My grandmother giggled as she squeezed my hand into a fist and clamped down on my pinky.

I cocked my head, puzzled. To my dismay, it was too late. She tightened her grip on my pinky, bringing me off the chair shouting.

Grandma roared with laughter. You’d have thought it was the first time she’d pulled her little prank. She yanked me to her chest, kissing my head, and patting my back. “Works every time. Now you know I love you.”

Grandma had her first child at fifteen and they stair-stepped year after year until she had a brood of seven. She died in 1995. Her bull-headedness and pride were balanced by her work ethic and genuine love. Grandma had raised a big family, taught them well, and when she died, every one of us gathered by her bed holding vigil. Twenty-one years later, the last living child of my grandmother is . . .  my mother.

Mom turns ninety this year and the reality to my brother and I is knowing our days with her are numbered—not by health, but by age. She is gifted, healthy, active, and now the matriarch of the family. Not just of her own family, but of my dad’s family too. (All of dad’s siblings are gone as well and Mom cares about their children just as she cares for her own and those of her siblings.) She keeps in the loop with all the cousins. Mom has become the mother of all the living in our family.

Adam had the daunting task of naming everything in the world. I imagine after a multitude of animals, trees, and plants, he probably wished Webster’s existed sooner. But when he looked into the eyes of his lovely mate, her name slipped out effortlessly . . . EVE, mother of all the living. She was given a place of great esteem—mother of all the living. At that moment, her place of respect was written in stone.

My grandmother pulled a few pranks on us kids, but as she lay dying, there was not a person in the room who held an ill feeling toward her. They loved her, cared for her, and respected her until her last breath. I have no doubt it will be the same with my mother.

Being a mother doesn’t always mean she’s given birth. A mother is the woman who, regardless of your faults, has loved you unconditionally. She’s made a difference in you. Knows you. Cares.

Find that woman you call mother. Share with her the birthright of your appreciation. For God placed her in highest esteem. Mother of all the living. 

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Beauty from Ashes

Out of the ashes of loss comes a beauty only an artist can conceive and create.

At the junction of two roads in a rural area of Iowa, a 12-foot, 56-ton rock sits. Dubbed the “Freedom Rock,” it is covered with pictures of veterans, along with patriotic scenes of our nation’s history, all painted by a local artist. Each spring, the artist gives the rock a fresh coat of paint, changing its face to proudly display new scenes for the many who stop by to view it. Included in the paint he uses are the ashes of deceased veterans, given to the artist by their families as a way to honor the memory of their loved ones. Before applying the paint to the rock, the artist mixes the ashes with the paint so that the two become inseparable. 

God works in much the same way. He paints our lives with broad strokes—taking our ashes, our pain, our mourning, our joy—and interweaves them all into the masterpiece He’s creating in such a way that beauty emerges. Just as the artist in Iowa took what was at one time an ordinary piece of stone and turned it into a monument to honor our nation’s veterans, God uses normal people every day. Every experience, every emotion, and every moment of our lives is used by the Creator to mold us into the person He wants us to be so He might be glorified.

When others are able to see God at work in and through our life’s circumstances, our ashes become something beautiful. With God’s help, we—as well as others—can see past our circumstances and focus on the Creator Who makes all things new. 

Let the canvas of your life reflect the hand of the One guiding the brush.

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Heart Words

Words relate the condition of our heart and soul.

When I recommitted my life to God, I asked Him to change my heart. He made me conscious of words leaving my lips. Unlike many mistakes we can correct, spoken words cannot be unsaid. Words are powerful. In Genesis, God spoke and things immediately happened. Even Jesus is referred to as the Word: And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the father, full of grace and truth (John 1:14).

Jesus was rebuked by the scribes and Pharisees because His disciples broke tradition by not washing their hands before eating. Jesus responded to this charge with a parable and then explained that what goes into the mouth “is cast out in the draught.” What comes out of the mouth comes from the heart.

When I am tempted to be sarcastic, unkind, or critical, Jesus convicts me. My words of unkind criticism and judgement condemn me if I open my mouth and let unguarded words fly. These words—my defense through life against those who wound me—are not condoned by my new master. God makes me sensitive to others’ feelings. I feel the pain, bitterness, resentment, and loneliness of those who are thoughtless in their speech and actions. Instead of words, tears flow. I become aware of the pain I’ve caused the Lord. He suffered with me and for me—a discernment with life-changing results.

Words have the power to deceive or enlighten, injure or heal, criticize or encourage, separate or unify, condemn or forgive, destroy or create. Words have the power to change lives. Words of love, of praise, and of prayer are heart words—words of life.

Ask God to help you speak heart words that will be sensitive to the needs of others, reach the lost, and glorify Him.

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Iron Sharpens Iron

Trying to cut something with a dull knife is exhausting, frustrating, and dangerous.

Injuries are more likely to occur with a dull knife because cutting with a dull knife requires more resistance and effort to get the job done. The knife’s purpose is to help, but when it is dull it becomes a burden because it’s not functioning to its fullest potential.

The same is true of people. A person falling short in character or living in a state of repeated sin isn’t living up to his potential and is dull. But all of us have aspects in our lives that need sharpening.

This simple proverb is layered with truths to sharpen us. To say “Iron sharpens iron” implies we need Christians to sharpen Christians. If we allow the world to sharpen us, it may be more damaging than good. Just as iron will never be sharpened but dulled by wood, so Christians should not seek the world’s advice when refining our souls. Rather, we need trusted believers who have God’s truth and our best interests in mind.

A rough process occurs when iron sharpens iron. There is friction and removal of waste and of what is useless and dull. Sharpening is also a process that takes place again and again. Thankfully, the procedure is also gradual. Instead of a chisel chipping chunks away from stone, the sharpening is a smooth, steady gliding motion. God and other believers will sharpen and refine us over time and in a loving way.

The end result of the process—“so people can improve each other,” is also important. So often we look only to ourselves to improve—our grit, our resilience, our knowledge, our strength, our skills, and our power. We reach into our beings and fall short. Thoughts of change overwhelm us.

We don’t have to wander, face our demons, muster enough strength, and solve all the problems alone. God and fellow believers can help.

God created us to help one another carry burdens and lighten loads. 

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The Tongue's Power

The last words I heard from my dad before he died were that I was going to lose everything I owned.

When I was growing up, my dad would say unkind words to me such as, “You are not good enough to be my son,” or “Nothing good will come of your life.” I never heard a positive word from his mouth. I lived for many years trying to get my dad’s blessing on my life. Just one time I wanted to hear him say I was doing a good job. To this day, I have to battle with the words my dad spoke.  

Words have power in people’s lives. The only way to overcome the curses words can bring is to first turn your life over to God and then read His word and dwell on it. Memorize His promise that the plans He has for you is to prosper you, not harm you, and to give you an abundant life.

While I was praying on one occasion, I heard the voice of the Lord inside of me say, “One day you will see Me face to face, and I will wipe away every tear you have shed on this earth. And I will say, ‘Son, job well done.’”

Even if you say something to someone teasingly, it can impact because the enemy will use the careless words for his glory. He will bring them back to the person repeatedly when the person is down or struggling. We should speak our words carefully because God will hold us accountable for every word that proceeds out of our mouth.

Are you speaking life or death into the people around you? Speak words of encouragement into the lives of those around you, and watch the difference in the person you are speaking them to.

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Called to Finish

Amazing things happen when a race is finished.

Peyton Manning referred to 2 Timothy 4:7 when he recently announced his retirement from the NFL. Like Manning, Christians are called to finish the race. Another lesser-known athlete competed in the 1968 Summer Olympics in Mexico City. John Stephen Akhwari fell while running the 42 km race and badly injured his knee and shoulder. Three and half hours after he had started the race, Akhwari crossed the finish line. Most of the cheering crowd had left. When a reporter asked Akhwari why he had continued running, he replied that the country of Tanzania had not sent him to start the race, but to finish it. 

My assistant principal recently shared Akhwari’s story, and we agreed that educators also struggle to finish the race they are running. In the midst of state tests and constantly changing technology, we’re often left questioning if we are making any progress. We may be forced to change our game plan, become injured or dehydrated, or fall and need assistance, but we are all called to finish the race.

Whether we are competing in the Super Bowl, running an Olympic marathon, preparing students for the future, or going about our daily routines of living, we are called to finish the race. We may face daily frustrations, physical limitations, emotional stumbling blocks, or societal criticisms, but we need to put our shoulders to the wheel and forge ahead.

When Christ prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane, he struggled to carry out God’s plan. Carrying His own cross up the hill of Golgotha, He stumbled and needed help; however, He was called to finish the race.

Finishing first or last is insignificant. God did not send His Son to start the race, but to finish it. Likewise, He calls us to continue to press toward the goal and the prize.

When you feel as though you can’t finish, do it anyway – for you are called to finish and accept the prize.

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The Call of Easter

Easter gives me nightmares. I’m not belittling the death and resurrection of Christ, but the whole thing is so convicting that I have nightmares.

From childhood, seeing the death of Jesus constantly played has haunted me. It has torn away at my soul. And truthfully . . . it should do the same to you.

Christmas is the sweet offering of God’s Son, sent from His place in heaven to a sinful world. An innocent baby, given in exceptional circumstances to be raised – the Son of Man – the Son of God.

But behind the joy of Easter is the horrid realization of our sin cast upon one soul to bear the weight. Through His blood, we are made clean. Still, the cruel and inhumane behaviors of men lashing out at Christ tear me apart. I can hardly look at a photo of a dying Jesus hanging on a cross without the realization that his body was not this clean figure gently dying on a tree. It was the Son of Man beaten beyond recognition. His flesh torn and ripped from the muscle by the lashes of the whips, eyes swollen shut, hair plastered tightly to His head from His own blood. A gentle man, taken to the extents of brutality. . . and yet, of the few words He uttered, the most convicting were, “Father forgive them . . .”

Tell me you can read those words and hold the mental picture of what Jesus suffered and not be broken and wholly convicted.

Ezekiel told about his call from God: “Son of man, stand up on your feet and I will speak to you.” Probably an early reference to Christ as well, but still a command, a call, to meet God. One fulfilled for Ezekiel and for us.

I often wonder at the times God calls each of us to stand and meet Him and how we callously ignore the opportunity to have the Spirit come and raise us to our feet. How can we refuse to look at His sacrifice? How can we carelessly glimpse at the figure of Jesus on the cross and see nothing more than a figure on a tree?

In our rejoicing over the resurrection of Christ, don’t forget Easter is also a time of mourning, reflection, and devastation. The death had to happen before the resurrection could come.  Someone had to pay the price. Please do not overlook it. Our sin put Him in the grave, and His sacrifice purified our souls. The Son of Man has overcome death. The Spirit stood Him on His feet and elevated Him to His rightful place by God.

When you hear the call from the Spirit, answer. Let Him raise you to your feet in the name of the Lord – for in His suffering we have been saved. Where, oh death, is your victory? Gone! Because of the power of the living God.

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In Case of Fire

Caution! Beware! Precaution Necessary! Danger! Exclamatory words that warn about the destructive nature of fires. Fire can be a harmful, evil, and destructive enemy.

Natural fires claim the lives of countless individuals around the world, causing great loss within society and changing lives forever. The Bible uses fire figuratively when speaking of spiritual elements and the supernatural.

During their wilderness journey, God led Moses and the children of Israel during the night with a pillar of fire. Peter speaks of the fiery trials that test our character and how we endure under trials of hardship, death, illness, and a host of other problems. Fire is also used to refer to the purifying methods God uses to make us more like Jesus.

The biblical analogy of fire refers to the process a blacksmith uses. He first hammers the metal and then melts it into liquid gold. When the impurities rise to the top, he scrapes off the dross. God, in a similar manner, sends His fire through situations. He uses the Holy Spirit to cleanse and purify our hearts and minds.    

As we experience the heat of God’s fire, we should not worry or fret. God is simply using precautionary measures to make us more like Jesus. He’s burning and destroying those things in our lives that aren’t like Him—actions and mindsets ingrained from our sinful nature, useless things which bear no fruit. God is doing a great work for His glory. 

Will you be bold enough to ask the Lord to send His fire?

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Our extended family has experienced the blizzard of sickness and health problems for the past five months. Overwhelmed is the word to describe how I have felt—buried. Tiny snowflakes are lovely to watch, but snow storms—measured in feet rather than flakes—can hide a road, bury a car, shut down a city, or cause a disaster.

“See those eagles? They nest up there,” my husband said as we sat in a boat in Maine. Maine has rocks where fisherman anchor their boats in bays below cliffs fifty to one hundred feet tall. We watched. “Look in this direction. Here it comes.”

The eagle dove off the cliff, slipped into bay waters, grabbed a fish, and turned upward, his huge wings pumping the air. The eagle soared until it reached the nest, the fish still in its mouth. Her nest was safe in the heights. Rocks held the giant birds and their young. Provision of food and water was accessible, all planned by their great Creator.

I read the second verse from David’s sixty-first psalm one morning. These very words were included in an anthem I had sung fifty years ago. Suddenly, the melody came to mind and I sang it aloud. The words set to music refreshed my soul. David himself must have experienced the same as he cried out to God. Tears came to my eyes, but not because of the problems. God led me from them to the rock, a place and a person higher than I.

God is my source of strength when I am weak. He is the Rock … the ultimate helper. He is the strong tower who protects me from the enemy that lives in my world. God lives above—the heavenly realm, His tabernacle. He invites me to abide, stay, and visit Him in His “living room.” He wants me to rise above the pelting ice and snow.

Overwhelmed? Our “snow storm” came in sickness this time. Other trials may come, but faith will lead me to the Rock every time. I live on Eagles Nest Drive.

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The Bond of Perfection

All bonds are breakable—with the exception of one.

Love is the natural bond between humanity and God. Christ’s perfection is the unbreakable tie that connects us to God forever. The weight of having to be perfect has been removed from our shoulders through Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross. We are now approved in Christ.

As a pastor, I see people deal with various burdens. One is fear, and that fear is a fruit of torment—a torment derived from seeking approval from people or God. People fear rejection, so they don’t reach out to achieve their dreams and aspirations. God wants us to achieve greatness, and He has provided an unbreakable bond to Himself to help us achieve it.

Christ is the unbreakable bond. He died for our sins, and when we believe in Him, it creates an indestructible link between us and God. His love is the mortar to the structure as well as the foundation of a great building. We are bound to His perfection and will never again be tossed around by our weaknesses. The bond we have through Christ is eternal and unblemished.

Putting on love requires receiving the love of God through Christ. We are loved by the Lord, and His mercies eclipse our problems. His love is an endless sea of forgiveness that has yet to be explored. The depths of His love have not been fully tested. When we find His love, we find His mercies. By believing in His power, we are transformed into new people and bound to His perfection. His identity becomes ours.

If you are struggling to find worth or merit, the answer involves understanding the bond you have with perfection. Your actions won’t always measure up, but through God’s love you are connected to His perfection.

Put on love and envision the connection you have to perfection through God’s love. 

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The Strength of a Life

At two weeks of age my daughter had open-heart surgery to repair a rare congenital heart defect. For the next two months, she fought for her life. Every day was a struggle with one step forward and two steps back. Over the next year, she would continue her battle. A simple common cold would put her back in the hospital for weeks, causing her growth and development to fall behind once again. It was a difficult and devastating time for our family.

What they say is true: life is precious, fragile, and sometimes too short. But life is also strong. God has created our amazing, complicated, intricate bodies to be strong and resilient. When faced with struggles, we will fight to survive them, no matter how difficult.

Our Creator already knows the struggles we will face, both physically and mentally. He knows us better than anyone on this earth, and He has known us from the moment our lives began in the womb. We can push and fight through life’s challenges on our own, or we can battle them with God. He longs for us to call on him for the strength we need to fight our battles.

What struggles are you facing today? What battle seems too difficult to fight on your own? Ask God to be the strength you need to get through this challenging time. Ask Him to give you the strength you need to endure to the end. Your Father, who knows your inmost being, is waiting and ready to fight.

Dear Father,
You are the strength I need to face the challenges of life. You created me and know every part of me. Nothing takes You by surprise, and nothing is more powerful than You. Alone, I am not strong enough, but with You I can endure the challenges of this life. Amen

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It Took a Five-Year-Old

It was two days before his fifth birthday when we got him—our first foster child. We were as nervous as the first-time parents of a newborn. That first night at our house we were afraid to go to sleep. What if he got up in the middle of the night? What would he do or where would he go? And on top of that, I had to throw a birthday party for a five-year-old in two days.

We handled him with kid gloves—afraid of adding to his trauma … fearing we’d say something and set him into a rage.  The words of the previous foster mom echoed in my head: "Don't be afraid of him." But I was.

Foster parent training classes had warned us that some foster kids eat like horses or hoard food for fear of not getting enough. It seemed like all I did those first few weeks was feed him and clean up. I was afraid to say "No" to his frequent requests to eat.

Our days started at 4 or 5 a.m. when he would quietly pitter-patter to our room and ask, "Can I get up now?" Since we were in our 60s, my husband and I soon realized we had gotten more than we bargained for. At night, we dropped into bed exhausted, wondering what we’d gotten ourselves into.

Three months later, things are now going smoother. Meals are routine with a snack in between. On most nights, he sleeps a normal schedule. An occasional time-out takes care of the typical childhood misbehaviors. Tension is replaced with laughter.

Why was I so afraid of a five-year-old? I relyed on my own understanding instead of leaning on God. I see how God provided the strength, the energy, and the wisdom to be a foster parent to this child.  All I had to do was trust Him and provide the love.

It’s easy to take things into our own hands rather than offer them to God. When you’re tempted to handle things alone, stop and trust in the one who understands all things.

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I Love You All the Much I Got

I don’t think they get it – my kids, that is. We’re a combined family. My husband has two sons and I have two … but they’re all “our” boys. There’s never been any separation in them to us – mine, yours. They’re all the same. Still, I don’t think they get just how much we love them.

Anytime my husband and I refer to our sons, it’s our boys. When one son aches, both of us feel the pain. We’ve cried with and for one another when a child has experienced hardships. We’ve paced the floor throughout the night, and we’ve gone to our knees together, crying for God’s protection and favor, healing, and provision for each of our boys. Yet they don’t get it.

Despite how we stand in the wings waiting with our arms open, it takes our sons a long time to share their hurts with us. Pride, embarrassment, afraid they’ll disappoint us – it doesn’t matter. They never seem to get that we love them despite their hardships or their successes. When our oldest was little, his favorite saying was, “I love you all the much I got.” We love them wider than the widest ocean and deeper than the universe stretches – all the “much we got.”

Sometimes it’s hard to wrap our heads around God’s love. Paul describes his prayer for our understanding better than anyone. Imagine just how wide, long, high, and deep the love of Christ is. My own eyes are not always open to God’s longing love either. He shares this same love for me—and even greater, than what I share for my children.

Each Valentine’s Day, I send all my boys a chocolate bunny. It’s a simple, delectable reminder that we love them more than life itself. The love of a parent … the love of God, is deep. Deeper than we can understand at times, withstanding a multitude of wrongs against it.

I’ve begun telling God up front that I love Him. It’s time I verbally and spiritually begin to step up to plate for the Father whose love is unending – whose love is wider and deeper than I can imagine.

Take time to tell God you love Him — “all the much you got.”  

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Whenever I'm Afraid

I awakened at 4:00 a.m. feeling alone and helpless.

Life seemed to be closing in lately, completely smothering me. I wanted so much to serve my Savior and share with the world this love I had come to know since calling Him my Lord.  But, tonight—in the haunting silence—that love seemed far away.

I cried out in the darkness, “Lord, how can we teach joy and happiness in a world so filled with hate and corruption? I can't pretend not to see innocent children being used as sacrificial pawns to open wounds in a dead, decaying marriage. Nor can I ignore the lack of self-control in our schools, where misguided and frightened teens are screaming for attention by killing their friends and fellow classmates. I'm frightened, Lord. I don't understand. I can feel and hear the pain.”

Alone in the darkness, feeling so near my Lord, the answer seemed written in the silence. The pain is real. We aren’t supposed to ignore what we don't want to admit to or conform to what we’re afraid to change. But believers have the eyes to see beyond the struggle. We shouldn’t walk around the many mountains before us but climb them one by one—strong in the faith of our fathers. God won the battle long ago.

Suddenly the joy I felt was beyond my reach only moments before engulfed me. Wrapped in His love, I slept...  unafraid. There is peace in Christ—especially in the chaos of the world. He promises us rest and quiet in Him.

When you hear the rhetoric of the world, fall to your knees and pray for peace in  Him.

Prayer: Lord, thank You for the strength You have given me. Even when I’m frightened and unsure of myself, Your love is always there to pick me up, dust me off, and send me out again to do the job I’ve been called to do.           

Thought for the day: Don't let what you see with your eyes cloud what God has promised.

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Don't Shrink Back

NOT pleased with me! What a contrast to, You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased (Luke 3:22).

Pleasing God is my greatest desire, but I know I fall short—hindered by imperfect vision. In Hebrews, we read, Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. I can drive on my street in the dark because I know it so well. What I don't know is if an animal will be standing in the road. That's why I depend on my headlights. Our street has no lights, but my car does. So I use them. I engage them. I turn them on.

This verse is speaking of faith, and where faith is concerned Jesus exemplified it—even to death. He was not deterred by persecution. Forsaking all, He chose to trust and walk in God's plan for all mankind.

In the same way, Jesus is our light. The world is a dark place—Satan’s domain. He likes nothing better than to see us face head-on collisions. Jesus wants to guide and deliver us safely to our destination, but we have to follow close behind him.

How do we know for sure He is out there and leading us? By faith, if we've chosen to follow Him. The Bible tells the story of Zacchaeus and a rich young ruler. Both had money, but one willingly gave his heart to Christ and decided to follow him while the other did not. Both were  in the presence of Christ, but one moved forward and the other shrank back.  What made the difference?

Materialism. Too much stuff can deter us from following Christ. We make idols of people or things when Jesus is the only person worthy of  worship. As we leave this holiday season behind—fondly recalling the gifts, the music, and the festivities—I pray we hold firm to the message it delivered.

Celebrate the life of Jesus. From His birth to His death to His resurrection. It's a gift for us to open daily. Let's not shrink back once the festivities end.  

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Forgive Them? Why Should I?

They don’t deserve to be forgiven. When someone’s hurt or wronged us, it’s natural for us to get mad. Sometimes their actions change our lives indefinitely. Even if they apologize, it may not take away the hurt. Having to forgive them just isn’t fair.

So we hold onto our anger or resentment, ruminating on how bad they hurt or offended us. If we forgive them, then we’re just “letting them off the hook” as if it doesn’t matter. Or are we?

Why does the Bible tell us to forgive each other? Does God want His children to be run over roughshod? God loves us and wants what’s best for us. Having other people trample all over us would contradict that. But forgiving others makes sense.

Many years ago my life changed dramatically after a surgery that I’d had multiple times before. This time, some complications left me permanently disabled. When I realized I’d never be able to work again, I was furious. Mad at the surgeon and angry at God. The worst part, though, was feeling alone in it all.

The more I focused on everything I’d lost, the worse it got. I lugged the weight around like a ton of bricks. Finally the load became too heavy. I had to get rid of it.

I sought help and began to relinquish my right to be mad. As I let my anger go, the load lightened. Eventually, I gave it up altogether and forgave everyone involved. Only then could I reach out and help other people again.

Forgiving someone doesn’t give them permission to hurt us again. Forgiving the doctor didn’t mean I forgot about what happened either. Instead, it freed me to cope. It released me from the chains of anger and bitterness that had bound me.

When you’ve been wronged, you can hold a grudge, which will imprison you, or you can forgive them, freeing yourself to live fully again. Choose to forgive.

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Seeking Only the Gifts

My friend Ruth lives in the country, and many times through the years dogs and cats have shown up on her doorstep begging for food and water. It seems their owners have learned about Ruth’s soft heart toward the critters and have made her home the drop-off for unwanted animals.

Recently, Ruth went outside to feed, medicate, and give the dogs treats. As usual, they were terribly excited to see her.  “Wow!  These dogs sure do love me!”  But then she faced the truth and had to admit it wasn’t her they loved. It was her gifts.

She realized perhaps she had been treating God this way. Was she placing the gifts she had been given ahead of the Lord? Of course, she was thankful for all she received, but did she praise and thank God for who He is—and not just for His gifts?

The story of the feeding of the five thousand is told in all four gospels. Jesus looked with compassion upon those who were hungry and fed them in a miraculous way. They followed him, not for who He was, but because they were looking forward to the gift of food again. Jesus realized this and reminded them they weren’t seeking Him for who He was but because they wanted His gifts.

Are we ever guilty—as Ruth’s dogs and those whom Jesus fed were—of seeking only the gifts our Lord gives and not praising and thanking Him for whom he is? If so, today is a good day to begin praising the Giver. Seek Him for who He is and be filled.

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Filtering Life

I met him on an informational walk on the Foothills Trail. He had thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail.

Meeting and talking with a thru-hiker was exciting. As he talked about his adventure, he related the one and only time he had to leave the trail. He had come upon a trail shelter where trail angels left fresh fruit in a nearby stream. Without thinking, he lunged into an apple without washing it off. He soon found himself suffering with giardia from bacteria in the water and sidelined from the trail for a few days of misery.

 I’ve never drank unfiltered water from creeks, lakes, or streams without filtering it first. Spending the money required for a dependable filtering source is worth the effort as well as is making sure the filter is replaced or cleaned regularly.

Filtering life’s experiences isn’t quite as easy as filtering water. With water, all I must do is place the filter in the water source and pump. What comes into my drinking canister is at least 99% pure. The chances I’ll be infected are slim. Not so with filtering life. Life’s experiences vary in intensity and probability, and advice on how to face them is plentiful.

The psalmist ended everything he stated about God with the refrain, “His (God’s) faithful love endures forever.” This is my dependable filtering system. Whatever comes my way, I can rest assured God’s faithful love for me endures forever.

God’s love isn’t filtered through our behavior. If it was, most people wouldn’t experience it regularly. His love is filtered through His nature—which is love. While His nature also encompasses holiness—which can involve His divine wrath—His nature is to love His creations, both good and bad.

God’s Word is the only reliable filtering source. Other sources may or may not allow in bacteria that could taint how I respond to a particular life experience. As the psalmist used God’s revealed Word throughout his life journey to filter his experiences, so we too can find there a source of instruction and encouragement to help us filter life. When filtered through God’s Word, unpleasant life experiences will lose the potential to infect us with bitterness, anger, confusion, unbelief, and doubt.

Change your perspective on life experiences by filtering them through God’s Word. 

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Be Prepared

I accomplished nothing. Did I really think my flesh could help God get my point across? The answer is no. I had to learn everyone is not going to be 100 percent on board with my breakthrough. But for some reason I felt the need to explain myself.

I proceeded to talk about what God has brought me through, and that was great. It ended well. They understood my point after I “so called” explained it to them. So why did I feel so bad after the conversation? I felt my flesh rising to help in defense. It was kind of like, “God has brought me through and just you wait and see.”

Peter reminds us, But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect. In our lifetime, we will find people who hurt our feelings or may not see or understand what God has for us. It is important that we represent Jesus properly when speaking about the hope we have in Him. There is no need for our flesh to help with what the Lord is doing in our lives. If you think the conversation is headed in that direction, just be still and let God take over. You can say I got the first part of this Scripture right, but the part about gentleness went out the window and the Holy Spirit stepped in to correct me.

When your faith is tried, does your flesh try to step in? If it hasn’t, it may in the future. Be prepared with 1 Peter 3:15. Be a step up on the enemy and always be prepared to represent God with gentleness and respect. In the end, people will see the faith and hope in you, and it will eventually come to a point where you won’t have to say a word.

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Make Peace with Your Past

It was early Christmas morning 1997. Wrapped in my light blue robe dotted with teddy bears, I sat curled up in the corner of the couch. Darkness filled the room except for the lights on the tree. I sat staring at them. The soft glow of colored lights glistened through the tears trickling down my cheeks. Sadness engulfed me as I remembered past Christmases. I wondered what new ones would bring. I didn’t know what the future held, but I was sure of one thing. This would be our last Christmas spent together as a family. Within a couple of months, the divorce would be final.

That morning is still a blur. I don’t remember much except the awkwardness of exchanging gifts for the last time with my husband of almost twenty years. Despite the joy we tried to share, it was a hard morning for both of us and our children.

Over time and through God’s grace, I learned to forgive. I knew I did not want to live harboring hatred in my heart. In order to move past the darkness that resided in my soul, I had to face many things about myself, my relationships, and my attitudes.

One night, desperately wanting freedom from the bondage of unforgiveness, I fell to my knees. With a heart-wrenching cry, I begged God to take it from me. Immediately, I was filled with peace. 

From that point on, I made an effort to love my ex-husband despite what we had been through. I decided for the sake of our children, my extended family, and myself that reconciliation was what God was asking of me. When I made an effort to put the past behind me, I was able to move forward with love and forgiveness. Seeping wounds began to heal. 

Although the scars are still there as a reminder of the past, they are also a reminder for the future. They remind me God reigns sovereign over my life. If I look to Him for direction, He will guide me. If I look to Him for comfort, He will comfort me. If I trust Him, He will not let me down. In His time, He will make all things new.

Forgive your past. Move forward in love. When you do, God’s love will bring healing, contentment, and peace.

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Being in prison is never fun. It’s not supposed to be. But being in prison during the holidays can threaten to drain your soul.

As the holidays rolled around on my second year in prison, I was struggling. Nothing remotely resembled the holiday spirit. I couldn't stop comparing the utter bleakness of where I was, with the memories of Christmases past. I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I missed: family, bright Christmas decorations, Mom's fruitcake, and even raisins. I loved raisins but hadn't seen a single one in over two years.

Oh, there was a Christmas tree in the prison library. A sad sight, it was littered with dull, plastic, unbreakable ornaments so that we inmates wouldn't use them for weapons. It had no lights, because we might steal those for the wire to make any number of illegal devices. (Prison inmates, if nothing else, are extraordinarily innovative.) So for me, beholding that sad plastic tree, comparing it to the glorious Christmas trees of my youth, was almost more depressing than no tree at all.

And then, a week before Christmas, the correction officers—“Co’s” we called them—came around passing out little gift bags to all of us. A local church had taken it upon themselves to provide the inmates with a small touch of Christmas. My bag held some homemade cookies, a brownie, some chocolates, an orange, an apple, and at the very bottom, a treasure beyond measure. It was a small box of Sun Maid Raisins. In that moment, looking at my little gift bag, all the spirit of Christmas and God's love came together for me in that small box of raisins. God loved me and had moved someone, somewhere, to provide his child with a gift he needed.

The cookies, the goodies, and the fruit were delicious. After two years of institutional food, anything homemade or fresh off the tree delighted my taste buds. My stomach was happy, my heart was happy, and, for the moment anyway, it felt like Christmas. I even looked at the Christmas tree in the prison library in a new light. It really wasn't that bad, considering.

I rationed my treasures, stretching them out until Christmas Day when I finished the box. There would be more holidays in prison before I was freed, but no more raisins. That was the last I would see of them for another four years. But in the years ahead, God would teach me not to wait for the spirit of Christmas to come to me, as it had with my raisins, but rather to seek it out. To look for it in the little things of the season. To seek it out, as I had sought him. He taught me you can find the spirit of Christmas in the smallest things … even a box of raisins.

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My daughter Chloe loves bright colors. She loves orange and she loves yellow. 

One morning I watched her rummage through her craft bin, sifting through an assortment of paper until she found one that was the perfect shade of orange.  She placed the paper on the table and turned her attention to a cup of crayons. Her finger grazed the options until she plucked out the brightest yellow. Then the creation began. When she finished her masterpiece, she looked up and said, “See, Dad?” 

I squinted at the picture and turned it every which-a-way. Then I saw it: a glowing yellow sunshine barely visible against the brilliant orange backdrop. It was beautiful.

My wife walked into the room. She picked up the picture, studied it, and then reached down and placed a black piece of paper in front of Chloe and said, “Why don’t you try this?” When Chloe finished, the yellow sunshine leapt from the page because of the stark contrast between the dark background and the bright subject of the sun.

Joy is beautiful all the time. On our best days, we should rejoice, and joy will blend with the goodness of the moment in a way that draws our eye to study until we find all the thoughtful details of God’s creativity. On our worst days, we should rejoice, and joy will explode all the more against the darkness in a way that is more striking than ever.

During Advent, we do our best to see clearly the picture of the birth story. We imagine Joseph and Mary and the turmoil around them. It was undoubtedly a brutal journey, but surely there was great joy in the midst of it all.

This is life as a follower of Jesus: a new backdrop each day but the same calling. Rejoice! 

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The Center of Christmas

Last year, when my granddaughter was three, I bought a soft plastic nativity set and put it on the hearth next to the ceramic grouping we displayed each year. I wanted something child friendly so Nellie could play with it as we talked about the Christmas story. I carefully laid out the pieces with Mary and Joseph kneeling beside the manger, the shepherds out in the “fields” watching over their sheep, and the wise men traveling from the East. Two angels surveyed the scene from their perch on the stable.

I began to tell about that first Christmas. As I talked, Nellie rearranged everything. When she finished, all of the characters surrounded baby Jesus. This year, she did exactly the same thing, even though I’m sure she doesn’t remember what she did last year. Though they love the tinsel and lights and gift giving, children seem to instinctively know Who the center of Christmas is.

Jesus was indeed the center of that first Christmas. The shepherds knew it, and so did the Magi. One day, the baby would grow to be a man, and He would find himself at the center of adoring crowds who marveled at His miracles. But many in those crowds would turn on Him and hang Him on a cross, the center cross between two thieves.

Thank goodness what started in the manger didn’t end at the cross. When we trust Jesus as Savior, He rearranges our thoughts, actions, and priorities, just as Nellie rearranged the nativity pieces. Then Jesus becomes the center of our lives. We can rejoice that the baby who was born more than 2000 years ago is still at work today, forgiving our sin and transforming us into new creatures.

Have you put Jesus at the center of your life? If not, there’s no better time than now to remember the Christ child who was born to bear our sin.

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Stuck with You Forever

Finally, I’m done! I turned off the sweeper. The cleaning job I dreaded most was finished.

After working all week, Saturday is my day to clean. Once breakfast is finished, I gather cleaning supplies for a morning of scrubbing, spraying, dusting, and sweeping. Of all the tasks at hand, sweeping is the one I detest the most. The reason?  I have two cats.

Fuzzy has long hair that sheds. You can spot it immediately. Tabby’s light colored fur is short and blends in with the furniture. Because my cats sleep on the couch, I vacuum it hoping to eliminate the hair that has accumulated throughout the week. Unfortunately, no matter how much I vacuum, I always seem to find another tuft of fur shortly after I turn the sweeper off and put it away.

As I vacuumed the cushions one morning, two thoughts occurred. First, I was grateful. Even though I detest it, I was glad I had cat hair to sweep up. If there were no hair to sweep up, my home would lack the enjoyment my kitties bring and the laughter their antics provide. Second, I decided vacuuming was daunting. No matter how hard I tried, I would never get the last hair. There would always be cat hair stuck to the lamp shade, tucked between the cushions, or plastered to a piece of clothing, reminding me of the presence of my loved companions.

Then another thought occurred. As odd as it sounds, Jesus is a lot like cat hair. Once you invite Him into your heart, it is impossible to extricate Him. You will never be able to sweep Him totally away. Evidence of His presence will remain tucked forever in the crevices of your soul waiting for you to rediscover Him—reminding you of the joy He brings into your life. Jesus will be your constant companion. He will make you smile. He will bring you comfort and peace when you are sad. He will do many things a pet can do. But one thing Jesus provides that a pet cannot is eternal life. What a blessing!

So the next time you finish sweeping and find an unwanted pet hair still remaining, remember Jesus.  Get used to the fact that He is stuck with you forever. 

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The Battle With the Toad or Sin?

A toad and I have been battling, and I’m not sure who is winning. It all started a few weeks ago when I watered my flower basket. It has a beautiful pink geranium and ivy plant spilling out of it. Something moved as I used my sprinkling can. I’m not sure who was more startled, me or the toad.

He hopped out of the basket, so I figured he’d given up and moved somewhere else. Nope. Next thing I knew, he dug deep into the scant soil in the basket, kicking some out on the sidewalk. I complained about the toad to my husband.

Next time I checked, the toad had left. I tapped the soil back in place and figured that was the end of my run-in with the amphibian. Not so. It returned a day later.

I thought I had out-smarted the toad the next day. Rain was predicted, so I moved the basket to the sidewalk instead of the porch so it would have a chance to be watered naturally. Toad was nowhere in sight until the next morning. I stepped outside for a walk and found him sitting where the basket used to be.

A few hours later, he was back again, buried in the soil. Sigh. I guess he’s determined to stay, I thought. 

One day, my toad had dug himself such a huge hole, I assumed he had left until I stood over top of the hole and got a better view. Nope. Still there.

Later, as I saw him stretching and sunning himself (in my basket), I couldn’t help but think about sin and how it so easily entangles us and keeps creeping back into our lives. Kind of like my toad. He keeps returning and digging himself deep into my flower arrangement.

Sin has a way of skulking back into our lives when we least expect it. If we don’t deal with it immediately, it has a tendency to burrow deeper until soon we become so accustomed to it we no longer notice it.

I want sin out of my life, and, of course, I wouldn’t mind being toad-free too. For now, he’s a reminder of my need to confess my sins to God continually.

Root out sin before it takes a grip on your life. Allow your heart to be clean before God.

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Listen - What Do You Hear?

LISTEN … what do you hear? The train whistle in the distance? The high school bell across the highway? The multitude of different birds bellowing out their morning songs?

You really have to stop and intentionally listen to hear the many uniquely distinct sounds of the morning. This is the game I play with my three-year-old grandson when we first arrive at our house on days I babysit him.

Sometimes we hear a siren in the distance and say a prayer. Other times we hear a horse neigh or a rooster crow from a neighboring farm.

When I am busy getting ready for work and rushing off, I hear nothing. As I first played this game with my grandson, it amazed me how many different sounds we actually heard. It was even more exciting when my grandson started identifying sounds at his young age. “I hear a horse-y.” Clapping and laughing, we listened for more.

As we played this game, I felt the Lord impressing my heart and saying the same thing to me. “Listen … what do you hear?  I am speaking to you.”

My first thought was, When were you speaking to me Lord? I didn’t hear you say anything.

“Did you sense the nudging in your heart to send a note of encouragement to the friend whose name I brought to your mind? Perhaps your spirit quickened when the thought came to call another friend to see how they were doing.”

Later, I thought of how, while reading the Scriptures, a phrase or thought would enter my mind unexpectedly. Those were all times I realized God was speaking to me.

The Lord showed me He is just as delighted with me as I am with my grandson when I listen to Him … when I recognize He is speaking to me … when I act upon what He whispers into my heart. It doesn’t have to be big things.

I am reminded of when God instructed Elijah to go out and stand before Him on the mountain. He first sent a great and strong wind that tore into the mountains. This was followed by an earthquake and then a fire, but the Lord was not in the strong wind, the earthquake, or the fire. He was in the still small voice.

Listen … what do you hear?

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Popcorn Ear

My four-year-old granddaughter waited two days to tell us.

Victoria had put popcorn in her ear. It was one of the Old Maid kernels left at the bottom of the bowl. Afraid her mother would be angry, and not wanting anyone to mess with her ear, she said nothing. Even when she did complain, she still didn’t tell the truth. A small flashlight revealed something, but we were all unsure what it could be. Traditional washes and drugstore earwax removers did nothing to dislodge it.

Victoria’s confession still did not show us the scope of the problem. Her pediatrician recommended the ER. She went cheerfully on the field trip with her father and me, as her mother was at work when the verdict from the doctor was pronounced.

A nurse tried surgical tweezers, which only succeeded in bringing Victoria to hysterics. When the doctor arrived, he managed to check inside her ear. He had an ingenious pain-free plan for extraction. Victoria didn’t believe him. So, as four adults held her down, the doctor placed a small amount of super glue on the end of a surgical cotton swab and placed it in her ear. He waited thirty seconds before removing it from her ear. He pulled out the cotton swab with the huge Old Maid kernel on the end.  We had no idea how big it really was, and we didn’t have the skill at home to remove it.

Sin starts as a kernel … some little compromise or habit. At first, it’s embarrassing. Then it gets uncomfortable. Then painful. We fear the reaction of others if we confess our sin. Finally, we believe there is no hope for us. It is too painful for us to be set free.

Then the Great Physician, Jesus, comes along and His gentle touch draws us to Him. He reassures us He is able to forgive and deliver. Sometimes we struggle against the help, even denying we need it. Once we surrender in the midst of our struggle, He sets us free. For Him, it’s simple. Confessing our sin and letting Him deliver us is often harder than it needs to be.

Do you have a hidden sin that’s robbed your hope and taken you captive? Allow Jesus, the great physician, to remove it from your life.

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A Race to Believe

It was a foot race neither would ever forget.

Peter and John raced as fast as they could to the tomb where Jesus was buried. Some of the women had just told them Jesus’ body was no longer there. What they were saying was stunning in its implications. It was also told with such excitement, the men weren't sure what it meant. They would need to see the sight for themselves. So the race began. John only refers to himself in Scripture as the “other disciple,” but his humility does not prevent him from telling us he won the race.

Both looked into the tomb. Both saw the strips of linen lying there ... but no Jesus. John tells us when he saw, he believed. He hadn’t yet connected the dots that this was what Jesus had been saying all along. Yet he knew in his heart Jesus truly is who He said He was.  

The impact of what they saw stays with both of these men for the rest of their lives. John goes on to tell us in his first epistle what they saw and heard. What they touched was made manifest so they could see and testify.

Writing decades after the event, John wanted us to know what it was like to be there. He wanted us to know the touch, the linens, the walls of the tomb … indeed. what it was like to touch the risen Jesus Himself. 

John’s eyewitness testimony is compelling. He saw many things and witnessed many miracles. And now he could add the resurrection of the Son of God to the list. His witness calls to us to listen carefully to what he has to say and believe as he believed.

When you are preparing to run the race of life, take time. Look, listen … believe.

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Lost and Found

She had slept with her stuffed sheep since she was a tiny baby, and now it was lost. I couldn't find it anywhere, and my three-year-old was looking at me with her sad, teardrop-shaped eyes. Had I thrown it in the garbage? I have been known to inadvertently throw things out with this disordered mind of mine.

I decided to pray, right then and there, with my daughter. I was a little afraid to pray out loud because what if we couldn’t find that sheep? A bolt of fear went through my mind that maybe God wouldn’t answer and my daughter would not believe God heard us. She listened quietly as I prayed to find her sheep. Silently, I prayed God would erase the doubt I had that we would find it. I prayed God would be glorified and my daughter would understand He does hear us.

A few days passed and still no sheep. On day three, the babysitter found the beloved toy. 

God answers prayer, whether it is about a lost toy or a job decision. He hears our big prayers and our very tiny prayers. He promises—if we ask in His name and for His glory—we can ask Him anything.

God ultimately knows what is best. His ways are higher than our ways. He holds your prayers close to His heart, and He will do what is best for you. You may have something that requires you to step out in faith  and ask Him to answer. Talk to Him and ask Him to help you. You may just be pleasantly surprised.

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Chica Boom

Chica-Boom, Chica-Boom, Chica-Boom Boom Boom!  Be renewed in Jesus … soon, soon, soon! Chica, Chica, Chica, Boom Boom Boom.

There I am on the street corner in my cheerleader outfit, waving my pom-poms madly in the air as the traffic and walkers hustle by. A couple of women slow down, turn, and look at me. Big smile back at them ... Chica Boom! Then I see their backs as they leave me in the dust. More waving, knocking the tears from my eyes, more jumping around. Please, please folks ... listen! You can enjoy your new life in Jesus! Come on!

BUZZZ. My alarm clock awakens me. I feel sad.

How then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them?  And how can anyone preach unless they are sent? As it is written: "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news?

In this Scripture, Paul says folks can’t believe in Jesus unless they have heard about Him. He challenges us and calls us to build our relationship with Jesus. He doesn’t ask us to stand on the street corner but leads us all to focus on our own little sphere—the folks who cross our path daily. Our resolution can be to live quietly and gently so those folks we meet will want what we have—Jesus. We all know God never asks us to do anything He will not prepare and equip us to do.

Taking time with the Lord in His Word will strengthen our faith and help us enjoy God. Do you feel you are “powerful?”  No? Me either, but you are. We are together. We have the power of our faith and our actions to share Jesus and offer them eternal life. 

Who in your sphere of influence needs a simple compliment, a warm hug, a note of encouragement, a phone call, or a prayer? Show them we are different; show them how love has changed us—the love of God who died on the cross and rose again to glory for you, me, and them. Such is the gift to be cherished and shared with our world.  Chica Boom!

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Brown Bear Blunders

Brown bears are so cute. I recently watched a documentary on the life of a mother bear and her twin cubs in Alaska.  The program focused on the critters’ lives over the course of one year. It was truly fascinating to watch all the adventures the tiny family faced in the Artic. It was easy to surmise the mother bear had her paws full with the cubs, particularly the boy. 

The girl cub always wanted to be right with her mom, even riding on her back at times. She never strayed too far away from the comfort of her loving parent. The male cub had a much more adventurous spirit. Countless times, he found himself in frightening blunders because he chose to go his own way, straying from the safety of his mother. Often she had to rescue her son by fighting predators or searching for him when he got lost. There was no limit to what this mom would do for her offspring. 

The documentary reminded me of my own life and relationship with my Heavenly Father. I have often been like the boy cub, wandering too far from the One who is my refuge. If I could just learn to stay close to my Father, I would be so much better off.

James 4 reminds me the way to have a deeper, closer relationship with the Lord is by moving closer to Him. But what exactly does it mean to move closer to God? I know from experience the only way for me to move toward God is by spending time with Him through prayer and reading the Bible. When I’m faithful in progressing toward Him, I can feel His presence and strength. On the contrary, when I’m lax in devoting time to God, I can feel myself drifting down the wrong path, just as the male cub did so many times.

The most comforting thought is that God loves us regardless of whether we stay close or stray. He will always be our protector and friend, nurturing us along the way. Maybe there have been times in your life when you have wandered.  Ask God for forgiveness and then commit to drawing closer to Him. Find hope in knowing God’s grace abounds, even when we make mistakes.  

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Are You Thriving?

A recent article stated that one of today’s major mental health problems is something referred to as FTT (Failure to Thrive).

Supposedly, FTT is not a form of mental illness but an absence of vitality—mental, emotional, and spiritual. While still able to function normally, we might lack hope, purpose, and most of all, joy. It robs us of the ability to delight in life.

When Jesus addressed the crowds of people with various problems, He said, I have come that they may have life and have it to the full. God’s will for us is not to simply go through life doing the best we can to make it from one day to the next. Living life to the full means flourishing. As Christians, we should be overflowing with the life of God, spilling it out onto those around us.

The Bible gives us three key ingredients for a life that flourishes:

LOVE: God is love, and that love has been poured out in abundance. When we draw from that wellspring of love, it will cover a multitude of sin, drive away fear, and keep our heart and mind settled and confident.

PEACE: God has given us a covenant of peace. He says if we keep our minds and hearts focused on Him, He will keep us in perfect peace. We can allow the peace of God to rule and reign and act as umpire continually in our heart. It’s our choice.

JOY: The Bible talks about joy unspeakable and full of glory. The joy of the Lord is our strength, and we can have His joy on the inside no matter what is going on around us.

If you’re experiencing weariness of the soul and a lack of direction and purpose, make it a priority to walk in the love of God, allow the peace of God to rule and reign in your heart, and let His joy fill you to overflowing.

No matter what the world says, knowing who we are in Christ and allowing Him to infuse our heart and mind with His wondrous gifts, will cause us to truly thrive.

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Hope for a Broken Heart

“Where, O death is your sting?”

As I began my quiet time with God, my eyes fell to this familiar passage in 1 Corinthians. I did not need to wonder about the sting. It was a deep, piercing, stab in my heart.

I was startled awake by a phone call the day before, informing me my beautiful older sister—my first childhood playmate and friend—had died in her sleep. The sting of death was very real to me as I stared at the words in my Bible. Death was a familiar part of my family’s life. We had experienced the premature death of my father and brother … but this one was different.

We’d spent the eve of Ophelia’s death celebrating the wedding of our nephew. Our world was good. Now, suddenly, she was gone. The one I would have called to help me deal with the crisis at hand was gone. My mind retraced the events of the night before. She had such joy and excitement in dressing her granddaughter as the flower girl. The joy of being with family bubbled out of her.

What do I do with this pain in my heart? I prayed. I sat bewildered and brokenhearted that morning. As the tears cleared enough for me to read how He gives us victory over sin and death, there was my hope. His name is Jesus, and because of the price He paid, death will not always sting. One day, death will be no more, and the dead in Christ will rise. That includes my sister. Just that assurance—that she is in her eternal home free from all pain, sorry, and death itself—became enough.

Maybe as you read this, you too are grieving. Be it the death of a loved one, the loss of a dream, or a broken relationship. All are deaths that have temporary stings. Whatever your loss may be today, thank God you have victory over sin and death—through Christ.

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There were six of the tiny leafy green things, looking more like someone had dropped green paint on the potted soil than actual living plants. They were wrapped in thick plastic, in a container the size of a size thirteen shoebox and delivered by UPS. The brown-dressed delivery man gave me a conspiratorial wink as I electronically “signed” for the plants. I have no idea why he thought I would actually be signing my name for something worthy of a conspiratorial wink, but I smiled back at him, giving him something to tell his wife about over supper that night. 

What I had, in fact, were six very small Edelweiss plants shipped by air from Germany. They were a birthday present for my Bavarian-born wife, Charlotte. I knew she would be delighted with them. Whether she could get the Alpine Mountain plants to grow in Tennessee soil—and survive a Southern summer—was another story altogether. 

Charlotte, with her typical Teutonic efficiency—once she wiped away the birthday tears of delight and surprise—set about to read everything available online about the care and feeding of the fragile plants. She decided to try three different locations, two tiny Edelweiss seedlings to a site. And so for the next two years, summer and winter, we watched the delicate plants. One after the other, four of the seedlings gave up the ghost and died.

But the last two, in a site with more shade than sun, had a protective wooden border that Charlotte used to cover the plants with leaves to get them through winter. Much like they survived their native Alpine Mountain winters under a protective bed of snow. Of the two remaining  plants, one grew slowly, holding its own in a strange soil but seemingly uncertain of its surroundings. 

But the sixth plant embraced its home and flourished. It has grown steadily over the past two years, climbing to almost a foot tall.  And a few days ago, to Charlotte’s teary-eyed delight, her Edelweiss finally bloomed. The delicate white blossom in a strange soil—and in a stranger climate—had opened against all odds.  And just to show that our Father always has perfect timing, Charlotte’s Edelweiss bloomed on the very day that she herself—51 years ago—had first come to the United States.

As Jesus taught us, our Father’s Word works in exactly the same way. We plant it in our heart, nurture it, water it, and pray over it … and the Word grows and blooms in us. As the song goes: “Blossoms of snow, may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever …” 

Nurture your seeds of the Word so they will bloom and grow … forever.

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After years of caring for my disabled brother, the life I knew ended. Loss of a loved one is always difficult, but I found the death of caregiving harder than expected.

The routine I followed for fourteen years was gone. The support group who rotated in and out of my home stopped. My brother’s empty room pulled at my heart strings. The loneliness covered my soul, and inner tears filled the void.

A voice within beckoned me to rest in God’s arms. So, my husband loaded the motor home with the dog and cat, and I filled the shelves with unread books. My unfinished manuscript was packed and ready to go. Our five-month rest as campground hosts in the Colorado Mountains began.

Months passed and my books remained closed. Lack of motivation consumed me, and guilt covered me when my self-talk told me I should be doing something—not resting. However, God’s voice overrode my guilt with His reminder of Mary sitting at His feet resting. Sitting at His feet didn’t come easy. I had to abandon control of my rest time. The work God had called me into didn’t include my agenda of reading and writing. It was a call to sit in the stillness of His Presence.

If God calls you into a season of rest, let go of the busyness. Like Mary, sit at His feet and quietly listen—bathing yourself in His love. 

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All is Well...Isn't It?

Waves crashed against the ship’s hull only inches from our pillows.

“What would it take to capsize this ship?” I asked.

“Cruise ships are built for high winds and rough seas,” my husband assured me. His words always comforted me. It wasn’t what he said that consoled me as much as the calm manner in which he said it.

As the waves continued to swell, so did my questioning. “Are you sure this ship isn’t going to tip over?”

Again, he assured me. However, I sensed his confidence beginning to ebb, so I quit asking.

I lay there wide-eyed and waiting―waiting for our captain’s “All is well” to spill from the ship’s PA. The announcement never came.

I can certainly identify with the disciples’ fear—fear that shrouds God’s presence in the storms. For the disciples, it was the fourth watch of the night … the blackest part … the eleventh hour. Their white-knuckled hold on the oars began to slacken as the strength seeped from their arms.

Then―Jesus appeared. He wasn’t running. He wasn’t frantic. He calmly walked on the water and almost passed them by. The way He chose to come was more than the disciples could reason out. Who walks on water? Consequently, they opted to believe He was a ghost—as if that held some shred of logic.

This aspect of the disciples’ encounter with Jesus would be humorous if it weren’t so similar to our own experiences. We’ve all been blinded by fear. Fear places our focus on what could happen rather than on what is real. Ghosts aren’t real. Jesus is. Though He does defy logic by the ways He chooses to intervene in our situations.

Jesus was in complete control of the elements threatening the disciples. He could have halted the storm with a single word. Instead, He chose to speak to the disciples’ fear.

“Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”

Jesus was already Master of the sea. He wanted to be Master of their souls. It takes spiritual eyes to see the supernatural ways in which Jesus intervenes in our circumstances.

Cry out to Jesus in your storm. Allow Him to speak to your fears and open your eyes to His presence. Be encouraged: The source of your problem is under Jesus’ feet. The waters that threaten to overwhelm you are the same waters that will usher Him to you.

Don’t let Him pass you by.

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Safe Travel

My husband and I recently helped our adult daughter move into an apartment she shares with another young woman. Although the distance to her workplace and university is less than five miles, the fact that she will travel alone, especially at night, concerns us.

To calm my maternal jitters, I’ve claimed Psalm 121 for her. Many scholars believe Jewish pilgrims sang this hymn as they traveled to Jerusalem for the three annual festivals. The journey was dangerous, filled with rugged terrain and bands of thieves. Safe travel was a legitimate concern.

To allay his fears, the psalmist shifted his gaze from the treacherous roads to the source of safety: “My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.” In essence, he is saying, “The Creator of these mountains and valleys is able to protect and guide me as I travel through them.”

To emphasize God’s guardianship, the psalmist used forms of the Hebrew word shamar six times in the psalm. English Bibles translate shamar in several ways: guard, protect, keep, preserve. Jews used shamar to describe the work of shepherds and watchmen. It implied diligence, constancy, and expertise. 

Some people misinterpret God’s promise in verse seven: “The LORD will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life.” They conclude that God’s children will never encounter suffering or death if they are faithful and obedient. But the Hebrew word translated “life” is nephesh and refers to “the inner being of man.” In other words, no earthly peril can jeopardize our eternal well-being. (See Romans 8:38-39)

I can’t protect my two adult children from dangers—not physical, emotional, or spiritual ones. But “the Maker of heaven and earth” can and does. Psalm 121:5-6 assures me He is their body-and-soul guard both day and night.

Is someone you love traveling perilous roads, literally or figuratively? Are you on a treacherous path? “Lift up [your] eyes to the hills,” to the One who is powerful and loving enough to watch over your life and the lives of your loved ones. Claim Psalm 121:4—God “will neither slumber nor sleep” until all His children have arrived safely home.

Travel confidently and sleep soundly, pilgrim. 

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Starry, Starry Night

The streak of light sizzled across the night sky, moving from north to east and piercing the Pleiades, the Seven Sisters diving toward the unseen sun below the eastern horizon. It was a meteor. Part of the annual August Perseid meteor shower. Another soon followed and then a third. Continuous snapshot flares ranged across the night sky as dust fragments hit the atmosphere and flared spectacularly out of existence.

It was early morning before I wandered outside … sometime after 2:00 a.m. Perfect viewing weather for the Perseids. No moon and a clear sky. The day before was a perfect harbinger of autumn. The temperature dropped into the low 80s, and the humidity vanished. The leaves were turning the yellow-green of late summer and more and more were riding the drifting currents to the ground. Behind the house, the wild grapevine had maturing clusters, and even the poison oak leaves were turning bright red before dying back for the winter.

A billion stars filled the sky and shone alongside the streaking meteors. The constant companions overhead, Cassiopeia—and the Dippers in their eternal dance around Polaris—held their place of honor in the twinkling sky. Rising out of the east just ahead of the first rays of the sun were the Pleiades, my first harbinger of fall.

I’ve watched the stars all my life. From the time I was a little boy when spotting satellites was a big deal, to teaching my grandson Caleb to look for the Space Station zooming overhead. For me, those billions of stars are the majesty of God on display. We try so hard to describe it with laws of time and space, of motion and gravity … and yet God, in His omnipotence, shatters all of our efforts to wrap our laws around Him.

In the book of Joshua, God had the sun and moon stop at Joshua’s request. And if that wasn’t a neat enough (not to mention impossible) trick, God moved the sun backward across the sky in 2 Kings. Despite our pitiful human attempts to understand the laws that govern the cosmos, with these two verses, God laughs at us. All our accumulated knowledge, all the intellect of Copernicus, Newton, Einstein, and Hawking can’t explain those two verses.

For some, it is the intricate bloom of a rose. For others, the birth of a new baby. For me, it is the brilliant night sky that defines the wonder and majesty of our Lord. It is the face of God, sparkling from horizon to horizon. The moons circle planets that circle stars that circle through their galaxies that circle the universe ... all on the spoken word of our Lord.

Have you taken time to see the face of God in our natural world?  

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America's Driveway

My family heritage has roots in small-town America.

America Maxfield, my maternal grandmother, lived in the foothills of Virginia. When my twin sister and I were seven, we lived with our grandparents for a few years along with our mother—moving from our birthplace of El Paso, Texas, to a town in the southwest mountains of Virginia, Big Stone Gap. Our mother grew up here and so would we. A younger sister would come along a few years later.

My grandfather bought and sold scrap metal at a junkyard he owned, visible from their house and nestled at the bottom of the hill. A long, curvy, uphill driveway led to their home.

Childhood memories are filled with the trek up and down the driveway by foot or bicycle—catching the school bus or going to the junk yard to see my grandfather. My grandmother spent a lot of time in the kitchen and had snacks ready when we came in from playing.

I was an adult and married with children of my own when my grandmother passed away. Asked to give the eulogy at her funeral, I gathered notable things to share. Stories and memories from my mother, aunts, siblings, and cousins.

The prevalent snapshot in my mind is beautiful flowers that lined both sides of her driveway in white, pink, and purple. Each color captured her essence. Accepting Christ as Savior in her younger years, she was clothed in a white robe because of His sacrifice. Pink blush always brushed her cheeks—a  woman adorned with outward beauty (America the Beautiful) and displaying the inner beauty of Christ. Purple is a symbol of royalty—unashamed of her King, Jesus.

I grew up in the breathtaking view of the southwest Virginia foothills. Today, I am growing up in the Lord. Following Jesus to the foothills of God. One day, the heavenly view will take my breath. I will bow at his feet, crown Him with everlasting glory, and worship the Most High for all of eternity.

Will flowers line the streets in heaven? I’m not sure, but my grandmother will be there and so will Jesus. Follow Jesus to the foothills of God. Praise abounds in His city—let it take your breath away! 

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Good Job

Good boy!  Thatta girl!  When I see my indoor cats using the scratching posts, I praise them in an effort to encourage the good behavior. Because I have not had their nails trimmed, the alternative is scratching on the furniture, which could be much worse. Hence, the numerous scratching posts around our home to discourage this behavior. When a dog is house-trained, taught to sit or shake hands, the owner is instructed to bestow abundant praise to encourage repetition of that behavior. Often, this includes giving the dog a treat as reinforcement.

The Christians of Thessalonica faced persecution and discouragements. Paul encouraged the people to build each other up. He realized encouragement keeps us plugging along in our faith in spite of persecution and lack of support.

I love to receive compliments, whether it is for work I have done as part of a paid job or for a task for which I have volunteered my time. I find, if complimented, I work harder at that task the next time, feeling it is more worth the time I invest.  I have a spring in my step, think more positively about what I am doing, and look forward to repeating that behavior again.

Often, people are labeled as “burned out” when they possibly have just not received adequate recognition for a job done well. It is such a small thing we can do that has the potential to make a huge impact in someone’s life. A positive word spoken to a person has the power to transform them.

I believe we are all capable of recognizing something good in another person. Perhaps it will take practice for you. Genuine, heartfelt compliments are like gold nuggets—small with the potential to be powerful. This simple habit will assist in motivating others to continue their good works. Show your thanks to those you love and to God for His faithful kindness.

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Drop to Your Knees

During fires, our instinct is to run, but we are advised to crawl to evade the smoke. If we remain upright, we risk becoming disoriented by smoke … and falling.

Sensory tunnels provide children with sensory processing difficulties and heavy resistance and input to their muscles and joints. As an occupational therapist, I often use this device with my students, who like crawling through it repeatedly. I use hula-hoops to make it easier for students to grab and hold the tunnel open for their partners, though they often let go, rushing to take a turn.  

Will enjoyed crawling through the tunnel as long as he could see out the other side. His partner dropped the end of the tunnel, anticipating his turn. Will panicked, stood up, and the cloth fell over his face, completely blindfolding him. He cried and flailed his arms despite me telling him to drop to his knees so he could see. I had to put my hands on his shoulders and nudge him to his knees so he could see and crawl out.

The Canaanite woman cried out to Jesus on bended knees. She had flailed in the darkness by her association with the most notorious of Israel’s pagan enemies. Jesus asked if it was right to take food from children to give to the dogs. The woman replied that even dogs were allowed to eat crumbs that fall from the table. In spite of her past, the woman’s faith led Jesus to answer her prayer and heal her daughter. Jesus used the term dogs metaphorically to imply he had a higher obligation. However, the woman’s faith was commended and compared favorably to His disciples.

So many times, I’m rushing to get something done and misstep. I panic and flail about when all I need to do is stop, drop, and take it slow. I am grateful for the times when I’m blinded by my ambition and forget everything I do is for the glory of God. I am nudged to drop to my knees and follow the light to get back on the right path.

The Lord reminds us He gives rest to those He loves and that it’s useless to rush through life with busyness.

Prayer: Lord, thank you for your gentle hand and showing me the way.

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How to Dress for Prayer

As a child, on Sunday mornings when our family went to church, I had to substitute my comfortable T-shirt and shorts for a skirt or dress. My complaining only brought a stern response from my parents, which, because we are British, went something like this: “You wouldn’t wear those (referring to my T-shirt and shorts) to go and see the Queen, would you?”

I vowed never to make my children dress up for church. Yet, as my teenage son walks out the door on Sunday morning in his sports shorts, the words leave my mouth before I can stop them: “Can’t you put on a decent pair of shorts for church?”

I scold myself for not only breaking a promise, but for muddling up my priorities with what God sees as important. Scripture tells us God doesn’t look at what we look at. He looks inward over outward. He looks at our hearts. He’s not bothered by my son wearing sport’s attire or a sports jacket for church. However, I care because I worry what other people will think, not only of my son, but also of me. Putting on smart clothes for church makes us look respectable to other people.

God looks beyond our appearance to deep inside us. He knows what we think. He understands our motivations. He’s well aware of our emotions. God sees stuff no one else knows about.

If God knows our hearts, then we can pour out our hearts to God. Yet, often we dress up our prayers just like we dress up for church. We have polite conversations with God because it makes us look good. Psalms assures us we can have confidence God will not be appalled by our inner goings-on no matter how ugly they are. But more than this, revealing our thoughts and feelings is an opportunity to ask God to purify our hearts, to be forgiven, and to move on.

We can still be respectful to God in prayer, but we don’t need to look respectable. God wants down-to-earth talk, not dressed-up conversation. Today, what do you need to talk about honestly with your heavenly Father?

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What Were You Thinking??

I’ve only heard my daddy curse once in fifty-seven years. That was also the only time I ever heard him raise his voice—just that once. It is an amazing record, considering the volatility of our household growing up. My dear late mom didn’t handle “stupid” very well, and I‘m afraid I spent a great deal of time being exactly that. However, where my poor mom would be a whirlwind of sound and fury, Dad was always very careful in speech. He listened and responded in calm, carefully-articulated complete sentences like the schoolteacher he once was. My dad is a rock, but oh how I tried his patience over the years. 

“What were you thinking?” he’d ask.

There was the time I enlisted the help of my brother David to dam the creek in our back yard. We picked our spot and, with shovels flying, quickly had the water backing up … and up … and up some more. Eventually, we had a new pond that covered parts of three yards. Meanwhile downstream—where carefully manicured lawns had featured arched stone bridges over the beautifully meandering creek, there were now smelly, muddy ditches where goldfish huddled together in the bottom of what was once a lovely fishpond. 

When our makeshift dam let go, water cascaded downstream, collecting ornaments, bridges, goldfish, one Irish setter, and Mrs. Mitchell—who had come out to see where the creek had gone. Later that evening, after two mud-caked boys had retrieved, cleaned, and replaced said bridges and ornaments, washed the Irish Setter, and apologized profusely to a very unhappy—not to mention wet—Mrs. Mitchell, it was Mom and Dad’s turn. I got the brunt of Mom’s patented roaring dragon, but then it was Dad’s turn. 

“What were you thinking?” he asked. That was all he said. It was all he had to say. 

But the one time I heard Dad lose it, I was innocent. It happened when I was ten years old. We were camping at Mt. Pisgah off the Blue Ridge Parkway and had pulled into the little camp store with our Starcraft Camper in tow. The parking was tight, and it was worse that day because the area was packed. Suddenly a car started backing toward us, the driver oblivious to us. Dad was blocked in, no place to move, no place to go. The car backed closer and Dad frantically leaned on the horn. The other driver glanced up and hit his brakes. He missed us by inches. As he got out of his car, Dad opened his door and cut loose with a string of words I’d never him utter before or since. 

Dad has always been my living example of what my Heavenly Father must be like: quiet, patient, and always loving … no matter what mess I manage to get into. He has always been the perfect example of what a father should be. While I’m grateful to still be able to speak to him, I’m afraid I don’t tell him enough how much I love him.

Dad. I do love you so very much.

My heavenly Father also needs to hear from me. Not just formal prayers, ritual blessings for food, or Sunday services, but an occasional heartfelt: “Thank You, Father. Thank You for Your blessings, and thank You for Your love. Lord, I love You.”

Has it been too long since you had a heart-to-heart with our Father? What were you thinking?

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Love Notes

When my children were small, I enjoyed writing little love notes to them. I missed them so much while they were at school and wanted them to know I was thinking of them. I packed the notes in their lunch boxes or backpacks. They would find the special pieces of paper at school and enjoyed the encouragement they brought.

My notes weren’t extravagant. They were usually just a couple of words saying “I love you” or “You’re the best.” More than once I penned notes saying, “Good luck on your test today.”

Soon, my daughter followed in my footsteps. I started finding little notes all around the house. These papers would be addressed to me in the sweetest handwriting. Each note contained a special message that melted my heart. She wrote sayings like “I love you” and “You’re the best mom in the world.” I found treasures on my bedroom nightstand, kitchen counter, and pocketbook. I never knew where the next love note would pop up. My heart smiled as she knew exactly what I needed to hear.

It is amazing to think how encouraging her simple words were. I am reminded God sends His children little love notes from heaven to let us know He cares. My daughter’s notes prompted me to pay closer attention to God’s work and words in my life. Every time I see a majestic butterfly, I know that’s one of God’s love notes saying, “I love you and sent this beautiful creature your way. Enjoy.” Or when I hear my son’s voice saying, “I love you, Mom.” That’s another love note from heaven telling me I’m treasured. Sometimes when a door closes on an opportunity, God’s love note may be a special song encouraging me not to give up and to keep going.

Perhaps the most important love note God gives us is His Word. The Scriptures tell us, Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path. God gave us the Bible to help us along the path of life so we will be led to Jesus. Be inspired to dig deeper into God’s Word to know Him better. Make an effort to be more mindful of small love notes He sends daily in the form of encouragement from a friend or a beautiful sunset. God is speaking to you all the time … just listen. 

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Good Intentions the Enemy Intended for Evil

I had good intentions, but it all went downhill.

My husband does most of the cooking in our home, helps clean, and knows how to repair everything. As his wife, it is difficult sometimes to find something I can do that will make him feel special. On this particular morning, he headed to work at 5:30 a.m. as usual. However, he forgot his lunch.

The night before, we had pizza for dinner. He placed three pieces in a gallon Ziploc baggy to take to work the next day. Just before I left for a 9:00 a.m. appointment with our accountant, I received a text from my husband asking if I would bring him his lunch.

“Sure, no problem,”  I texted back.

As I sat in the accountant’s office, it hit me. I’d forgotten his lunch. With a few minutes to spare, I headed out the door, jumped into my car, and drove ten minutes back home. I grabbed the lunch from the refrigerator and headed back. I had a feeling of satisfaction to be able to please my husband.

I drove to my husband’s place of employment. I was in a hurry, so I found my husband’s car, but it was locked. I placed his lunch on the back of the vehicle, knowing he would soon be out to pick it up. Before I could even pull out of the parking lot, I glanced over at his car. I was shocked. Three black crows were having pizza for lunch.

I had a well-intended plan to take my husband his lunch and show him how much I loved him. I could have allowed Satan to steal my joy. In my rushing around trying to keep appointments and do something special, what God intended for good, Satan intended for evil. He wanted to defeat my day.

Satan is out to destroy us and kill our joy. But God wants to give joy abundantly. Trust your day to Him, and let Him guide the way. Your days may still have bumps, but God will bless your efforts.

The choice is ours. We can allow disruptions and disappointments to defeat our day, or we can defeat the disruptions and the disappointments by seeking to please our Lord, laugh, and conquer. 

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God Chose the Crayon

I am not an artist by any stretch of the imagination. My stick figures look pitiful. The art of coloring gives un-artsy people a way to add individual flare to a picture beautifully drawn out for us.

My daughter, Megan, and I are fond of coloring. A fondness starting when we were both little girls. We colored together through her childhood, teen, and college days, and still do today. Who says coloring is only for kids?

Proudly signing our name to completed pictures is a tradition. “By Mom” was my standard signature until Megan married. Now I sign my actual name. To later admire our handiwork as we flip through books during a new coloring session, we date each finished masterpiece with month/day/year. They bear who and when information.

There’s another coloring book story. God’s glorious artwork is seen in creation. Blue sky, aqua blue oceans, sunsets of pink and orange, green grass, and all the primary colors chosen in a rainbow. God colored me and you exactly like He fancied. No scribble. Perhaps coloring outside the lines for some of us, nonetheless a finished picture He desired to capture. Exactly. And perfectly to His liking.

Freckles, dark skin, light skin, dark eyes, or light eyes. Maybe we would have picked a different crayon, although we are not the Creator.  Each of us is an original work of the famous artist, God. He will never have to sign a piece of His work: “By God. However, I’m not an artist in any stretch of the imagination.” 

We are a coloring book story. God chose the crayons. We bear who and when information as well as the artist’s name, “By God.” We are never removed from His coloring book but proudly nestled inside the pages as a testimony of His grand handiwork.

Admire your unique design by God. Don’t complain about your craftsmanship as if you were the artist striving for perfection that can never be attained. He’s the master artist. You’re a masterpiece by design! 

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The Cheese Confession

It was the night before parent-teacher conference that our kindergartener, Lewis, nervously made his cheese confession.

“Mom, I forgot to tell you that I had to go to the principal’s office. It was at lunchtime. I wasn’t trying to be naughty.”

Since disruptive behavior is not common for my youngest child, I was more intrigued than upset by his statement. It turns out that his friend was having trouble getting his shredded cheese out of a container at lunch, and with Lewis’ “help,” that cheese flew in the air and landed on three of their classmates.

I can visualize Lewis’ goofy grin as he pounded on the plastic cheese cup. I can also imagine him enjoying the attention of this little stunt enough that it drew the notice of his principal. I don’t know all the details, but I do know my little boy’s guilty conscience would not let him sleep. Or more likely, his guilty conscience combined with thoughts of a looming parent-teacher conference. The fear of being found out often seems to influence the decision to fess up. Whatever it was, Lewis knew his best move was to confess his minor transgression to his father and me. And I’m thankful he did.

We could all use some healthy my-teacher-is-going-to-tell-on-me fear in our lives. We need someone to keep us accountable for the times our actions cause us to deserve a trip to the principal’s office. I know there are times I’ve tossed some stinky cheese in the way of unkind words or ugly thoughts. And I know when I am accountable to someone else for my actions, I’m far more likely to guard my mouth and my actions.

Keep accountability in your life. You’ll grow stronger in character and your Father in heaven will be proud.

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Like a Full Moon

One winter morning in the predawn of the day, I saw the brilliance of the full moon that loomed high in the northwestern sky. The lunar body gleamed strikingly luminous with its craters distinctly visible to the naked eye. 

I began to draw comparisons between humans and the moon. People in their raw humanity are cold, dark, and scarred. However, when the light of the Son is allowed to shine on us, even our scars have an appearance of splendor for His glory. His light reflects completely in our darkened, sinful lives, transforming us into objects of worth and beauty. In turn, we can radiantly shine into the lives of those we encounter and brighten their paths as well.

Just as the sun is the only reason for the moon’s illumination, Jesus clearly taught that He was the light and the only source for bringing light and forgiveness into the darkness. After His light invades our beings, He challenges us to shine so those we meet will see the Holy Spirit’s works of goodness in our lives. Ultimately, the heavenly Father will get glory for Himself.

Are your actions and words so full of His light that those you encounter clearly see Him? Seek after the Light that radiates the love of God. 

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That frazzled, hurried, not-enough-time feeling. It was beginning to become a regular thing for me.

Life had gotten busy … too busy. Without realizing it, I had put sitting at the feet of Jesus on the back burner. A day became a week, and a week turned into a month, until I found myself with absolutely no peace. That’s when God used my husband to tap me on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, honey, I have a meeting at work and won’t be able to get there in time.” My husband was supposed to drive my son to an appointment and had forgotten. Instead of trying to understand, I was angry and spouted words I didn’t mean.

I woke up the next morning in tears over the things I had said to my precious husband, remembering the hurt look in his eyes as I took out my frustration on him. I had already apologized, and he graciously forgave me, but I knew I couldn’t go on as I had. I needed to spend time with my Savior.

Out of all the things that piled up on my to-do list, one thing was truly needed: sitting at the feet of Jesus in prayer and worship. Jesus explained to Martha that there was little more important than spending time with Him. The things of the earth pass away, but our eternity is forever.

In the midst of the busyness and stress of life, take some time, whatever time you have, and turn on some worship music. Trade your stress for His peace. Know that time spent in the presence of Jesus is never wasted time. In fact, what you receive from Him in that secret place can never be taken away. 

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Sassy Fox

My cat looks like a sassy fox. Literally, he has the bushiest tail I’ve ever seen on a feline. We named him Sherbet—Sherby for short—because of his orange dreamsicle coloring. His long, thick fur promotes a plump stature with his golden eyes sparkling as they coordinate with his soft coat. He is a stunningly beautiful cat.

Sherby has been a member of our family for over two years. He has definitely made our lives more interesting because of his curious nature. We never know what our mischievous cat will get into next. There have been numerous times that Sherby has explored an area he has no business investigating. He has spent the night enclosed in our garage without food or water. He has roamed underneath our house only to be trapped for hours. He has even napped the night away in our SUV with leather seats. Most recently, he climbed to the top of a huge tree only to discover he didn’t know how to come down. Sherby has a restless spirit that always seems to get him in trouble.

I too have a restless spirit in me. It is difficult for me to slow down long enough to enjoy God’s beauty. Or to be quiet long enough to hear His gentle whispers to me. The Bible tells us to Be still, and know that I am God.  I really need to hear those powerful words, and perhaps you do too. Stop rushing around like a whirlwind. Cultivate a spirit that is satisfied in this season of life, right where you are now. 

Let God show you His complete peace and satisfaction by spending time abiding in Him. Be refreshed in knowing you don’t have to wander, explore, or search. He is already there waiting for you. Waiting for you to be still and know that He is God.

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Honor Thy Father and Mother

Let me just get this out of the way to start with … I don’t have a good track record with the 10 Commandments. I haven’t broken ALL of them. I don’t think I ever coveted my neighbor’s donkey, and by the grace of God I’ve never killed anybody, but that’s about it. As for the rest of them, well, I’m afraid I’ll be hiding behind Jesus when my judgment time comes.

While I know I’ve been washed clean of my prodigal past, there is one broken commandment that still weighs heavy on my heart … honor thy father and mother. I managed to break that commandant in as many ways as you can imagine it might be broken.

Growing up with my mom was an adventure. Mom wasn’t the stay-at-home type. She worked for Sears and Roebuck most of my childhood. She took care of her children, her family, but she didn’t necessarily follow anybody else’s template of how that should be done. Mom made up her own rules, both in parenting and in life. She did things her way, and we did things her way too.

I resented that. I resented that Mom wasn’t like any of the perfect TV moms that graced the situation comedies. I resented that she wasn’t like my friend’s mothers who stayed at home. I resented that my mom didn’t do things like the other mothers I knew. And as I grew older, and trouble began to find me, it was easy to blame my parents, especially my mom, for my troubles.

No, Mom wasn’t like other mothers I knew, but not a single one of those other mother’s were like Elizabeth Spencer either. It has taken me most of my adult life to realize that my dear mom was exactly like God made her to be. HE made my Mom just like HE wanted her to be, to suit HIS plan and purpose. God had other plans for Elizabeth Spencer besides being the perfect mom, but despite that, she loved me very much and was the best mom she knew how to be.

God made Elizabeth Spencer an irrepressible, larger-than-life, force of nature. An occasionally short-tempered force of nature that didn’t handle stupid very well, and, unfortunately, I spent a lot of my childhood being exactly that.  Sorry, Mom.

As I write this, I’m remembering my mom and the last month of her life spent in the hospital. That force of nature God made had a human body that slowly wound down to a halt. Don’t be like me and take too long to realize that the loved ones in your life, while maybe not being as perfect as you want them to be, are, nevertheless, exactly like God made them to be. Don’t take too long to honestly tell a loved one how much they mean to you.   Don’t take too long to say “I love you.”

I love you, Mom, I love you so very much.  

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Beautiful Yesterday and Today

I watched as my mom crawled from the backseat of the car and pecked on my window.

“I love you.” She mouthed. I smiled and shouted it back.

Mom is 88 years old. Her hair is snow white and though she’s “old” by most people’s standards, her complexion is as beautiful today as it was twenty years ago. She toddled toward the porch and I suddenly realized . . . I mean really realized . . . my momma is elderly.

It’s amazing how in my eyes, she’s the same mom I remember as a child. Her hands still quilt, she still makes the meanest creamed corn on the planet, and her personality is still the same as it was years ago. If I were to get sick, she would be camped out on the floor by my bed.

The truth is – my mom’s stature has shortened and her hair has greyed. Though she walks well, her stamina isn’t what it used to be. She chills in the middle of the summer, and her confidence wanes when it comes to making major decisions. I’d swear her hearing aid isn’t up to snuff when she doesn’t hear me, when the reality is, her elderly “selective hearing” has kicked in (there’s not a hearing aid in the world loud enough to fix that). Despite it all, I love my mother more than life itself. 

After she gave birth to my brother, she wanted another child but couldn’t seem to have one. So I know for a fact, my mother longed for me. When she’d crawl in bed at night, silent sobs and tears lulled her into sleep. My mother really wanted me and when she learned, twelve years after my brother’s birth, that she would be a middle-aged mom, she made every moment count.

Mom has taught me to be a lover of my heritage because that is my roots. She’s guided me to be kind and encouraging. Taught me to be a jack-of-all-trades, “If it needs to get done, figure it out and do it.” Her ways groomed me into deep faithfulness to my friends, family, and my God.

When God knitted me together within her womb, He answered her prayers. He sweetened her life with the blessings of motherhood. Mom is elderly. And when I think about her entering her last years, I’m grateful she is in great health. Overjoyed that she still teaches me. Amazed that she is still as beautiful today as she was when I was a child.

God knew what He was doing when He graced our mommas with a unique love. And though they are not exempt from having their days numbered, they are – for all due rights, wearing special crowns.

Don’t let the day pass without telling your mother you love her. For she was gifted you by the Father and given a place of honor.

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Fairy Tale Wishes

A princess. A handsome prince. A knight in shining armor. Fairy dust. A magical land where wishes come true.

Once upon a time, in the land of fourth grade, a little girl wished for a magic wand to change her to princess status. The ruler in the land posted a proclamation of everyone’s height and weight, hung on the kingdom wall and visible to the class—one of the two years I grew sideways, not up. By sixth grade, without the help of a magic wand, I shot up in height, allowing everything to adjust accordingly. Deep insecurity during fourth grade left me feeling inferior on the inside…even though the outside had changed.

The dream of fairy tale wishes started long ago. A girl with insecurities magnifying the need for dream-wishing. In school…social circles…life. “I wish I looked like her. I wish he would pick me.” A wish for the sprinkling of fairy dust magically transforming me to the fairest in the land. A wish of happily-ever-after for the character on the pages of a book and for me.

While the real world is not the happily-ever-after in fairy tales, there are moments: “one of the happiest days of my life.”

My happiest day? When a knight in shining armor rescued me from the hand of a villain. A holy knight riding a white horse. The Prince of Peace who overtakes my insecurities. The King of all kings, from a heavenly land where He is the fairest of all. . .with no requirement for fairy dust. A place where wishes come true. God-wishes.

The story begins with a Creator who creates a new land and people to live there. The Creator’s wish is for each character to find their way to Him…giving Him their heart and dreams. An evil villain—a fallen creation—works to keep each dream-wisher distracted along the way. In the last chapter, the Creator defeats the evil villain. The Knight of holiness is coming back for all the dream-wishers who have given their heart to Him.

Jesus is coming soon. This is no fairy tale. Will there be a happily-ever-after? Allow the Prince of Peace to rescue you and live with him “for-ever-after” in the land of heaven.

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Clean Car -- Clean Heart

Seldom does a dirty car appear in our church parking lot. There’s an unwritten code of only driving a clean car to worship. A couple of Sundays ago, recent rains had churned our half-mile driveway into mud that coated our vehicle, so before arriving at our church, my husband and I decided to drive into an automatic car wash. Our Ford Escape rolled forward ten feet, the sprays began, huge cloths flapped, and then everything stopped.

“We’ve only five minutes before the service begins,” I said. “Maybe you should look for the attendant?”

“I’m trapped.” John pointed to a pipe outside his door that prevented him from opening it.

A car following ours honked its horn, and two attendants raced onto the sidewalk, eyeing the situation as John rolled down his window.

“Could you open the main door so we can drive out?” he asked.

The young people fiddled with some switches, the wash half-heartedly began, and the huge garage door opened. As we emerged, the lad handed us a free pass, and we zipped over to our church, leaving a trail of bubbles.

Just like we felt the need to wash our car before showing up at church, I mulled over how seekers and believers often assume we need to clean up our actions and thoughts before we can give our hearts to Jesus. The truth is, He hands out free passes that will wash away our sins, our selfish thoughts, and continue to clean us as we follow Him. Somehow, that truth tends to recede midst our misgivings so we think the grace we need must be earned.

Probably no one at my church would have judged my filthy car. Only John and I were worried that its exterior prohibited us from attending church. From now on, I tell myself to take those extra minutes before the worship service begins, to talk to the One who will keep me clean and prepare my heart for Him.

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The Last Full Measure

On that April morning 150 years ago, on two southern Virginia hills just beyond the Appomattox Courthouse, as the gray day slowly brightened in the drizzly rain, two armies faced each other. One, the tattered and starving, surrendered...but still proud Confederate Army of Northern Virginia. The other, the victorious Union Army of the Potomac. These two armies fought each other for four long years. The names of their clashes are written in blood in American history: Bull Run, Antietam, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, Gettysburg, The Wilderness, Spotsylvania, Cold Harbor, Petersburg.

The two armies fired their final shots 2 days earlier. Confederate General Robert E. Lee surrendered to Union General U.S. Grant, and both Lee and Grant and their headquarters staffs left Appomattox afterward. Lee headed toward Richmond. Grant went back to his headquarters at City Point at the confluence of the James and Appomattox rivers. With the two generals went the newspaper reporters, the sutlers wagons, the ladies of the evening, the contraband...all the accumulated followers of both armies.

And something else. As the top generals and ‘hangers on’ of both armies gradually disappeared into the rain, they took all the politics, the claimed causes and righteous reasons, the glorification, and fire eating rhetoric with them. Until all that was left on this early morning of April 11, 1865, were the warriors. The fighters, the men on both sides who charged hell repeatedly – who did their duty, as they saw that duty and gave, as Lincoln had said earlier at Gettysburg . . . their last full measure of devotion.

As Confederate General John B. Gordon led the Confederates down the narrow valley, he drew opposite the Union General handling the actual surrender, General Joshua Chamberlain. Suddenly Chamberlain ordered his men to ‘present arms’ as a salute to the Southerners. Gordon immediately ordered the Confederates to return the salute, and so the two former adversaries passed each other with the ultimate military honor. The tears flowed on both sides.

Over the course of the day, the individual Confederates marched down the little valley between the armies and stacked arms. They surrendered their regimental flags and received a pardon. The Army of Northern Virginia, an army no more, filed out of Appomattox on the muddy country roads, and headed home, wherever home was. The Army of the Potomac, after a parade through Washington, also went home. They had done their all – given their all. The reasons why no longer mattered, if they ever truly did.

When I read of the Apostle Paul fighting the good fight, of finishing the race, the image that comes to my mind is of those Union and Confederate soldiers, tears streaming down their faces, saluting one another in the drizzling rain. We are called to fight the good fight, to follow our God given paths, to pour ourselves out, and to run our race. We are to endure to the end, and to keep the faith.

Whatever God-given race you are running, don’t give-up. Run your race. Give as those soldiers did, with your last full measure.


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Can We Talk about the Devil?

“Mommy, can we talk about the devil?” my three-year-old asked as I tucked her into bed.

“Sure,” I said, “what do you want to know?”

“Why is the devil in hell?”

These are the questions I knew I’d have to answer even before I had kids. I took a deep breath and smiled as I told her a brief story of how Lucifer fell from grace.

I saw her fear turn into peace and happiness as she grasped the concept. “Don’t ever be afraid to ask me or Daddy your questions.”

She smiled.

Moses taught the importance of teaching your children the way of the Lord at all times. God wants our children to know Him at an early age so we can thwart the devil’s hand in their lives. We began to allow our daughter to say the prayer at family gatherings. Our three-year-old led prayer at dinner and always amazed me how she prayed with such conviction. It’s important to remind our children who we put our trust in. I like to ask my daughter, “Whose team are we on?” She yells, with a smile, “JESUS!”

I want my baby girl to have a real understanding of why we worship and love God. That way she will build her own foundation of love and a genuine relationship with Him and see the abundant blessings He has in store throughout her life.

It’s my job to teach my daughter the ways of the Lord, to continually remind her God is always with her. These are the commands of God … commands He set in place for a reason. He knows Satan will eventually come knocking, so I have to prepare her to keep the door to sin locked.

Do your children know whose team they are on? Strive to help them grow stronger in the ways of the Lord and God will bless your efforts. 

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I Get Antsy

I get antsy. Every year about this time, my emotions run over me like a steamroller. I find myself stressed, restless and well … antsy.

It took me years to figure out why every spring, I feel this surge of anxiety. It’s not like I have horrible things hanging over my head. But then I guess there was a horrible picture.

Easter, even in the celebration of the risen Christ, haunts me. I know it’s weird, but there’s a picture in my mind – this looming picture that heaps on me, a tremendous guilt.

The thoughts of God incarnate, hanging on a cross – His hands shoved against rough wood and nails the size of railroad spikes, driven through His flesh.  His feet, spilt through the skin and bone only to prevent the one action He so needed … the ability to push His toes against a small block and lift Himself upward just enough to take in a wisp of air.

And He did this without hesitation.

I had a friend ask me if I liked going to work. “Yes, I go because I need the paycheck.”

He hammered at me again. “But you don’t like going to work. You go because you have to.” Despite his best efforts, my answer remained the same. I love my job, my boss, my friends. I like going to work. I need the paycheck.

Still, this is the best example I can think of for Jesus. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t love heading up the hill dragging His own cross, but He loved me. He still loves me. Every single, ugly, hidden part of me – and because of His love, He gladly went to the cross. Sad for Himself and yet rejoicing in the joy and result of the job – of the sacrifice. I can’t say He loved going to the cross, but I know without a doubt, He loves me and the result of His efforts saved me.

We’re human. I doubt any of us can wrap our minds around the joy Christ found in going to work that day. For me, the sacrifice grates at my heart. It tears me apart as the signs of a bloody cross don church bulletins and Sunday school lessons. It hurts to think this man, this Christ, who never laid physical sight on me, could love me this much.

This is God, bigger than we can imagine, dressed and ready for work – every day. Dreading the grind of my sinfulness, but joyful in knowing His sacrifice was worth it all. When the Master offers you His hard-earned gift, accept it and know the depths of love.

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My wife’s family gathered for Easter at my sister-in-law’s farm outside of Hopkinsville, Kentucky. Charlotte’s mother and father were there, as well as her sister’s children and grandchildren.

Spring had sprung over the Kentucky countryside, and that Easter Sunday was a particularly beautiful day. Yellow daffodils were bright against green grass, pastel colors settled lightly on shrubs, and bushes and budding green trees stood out against the blue sky as they framed the pastures across the road.

Dinner was a traditional Easter ham with all the trimmings and was, of course, delicious. As the women washed the dishes and the men solved the problems of the world in earnest discussion, the children raced back and forth playing improvised games that fell apart as fast as they were put together. Soon, the women deemed it time for the traditional Easter egg hunt.

That was my and my brother-in-law’s cue to hide the eggs as the women gathered the children and readied their baskets and cameras. Barely visible as small bits of color, the eggs lay half-hidden across the yard. The children took a little longer, as one bathroom trip led to another. As it turned out, one Easter basket became a chew toy for the dog, forcing a substitute to be rustled up.  Eventually, all was ready. The front door opened and the kids erupted in search of Easter eggs.

Except . . .  the eggs were gone. The children searched, but there were no eggs to be found. No bits of color dotted the yard—or shrubs—or the base of trees. My brother-in-law and I exchanged glances. Our spouses glared at us like we had pulled some ill-advised prank. But that wasn’t the case. We had hidden the eggs just thirty minutes earlier. We had no clue where they were now. As the kids milled about, confused, my brother-in-law and I began to investigate.

Around the corner of the house, we found the answer. Our father-in-law was earnestly arranging our Easter eggs by color in the trunk of his car. It was our first hint of Alzheimers, something that would come to dominate his last years. He went behind us in the yard and discovered the eggs. Momentarily, their purpose escaped him so he collected them and took them to his car.

We hit the reset button on the hiding-the-Easter-egg-thing. My dear mother-in-law occupied her husband. The women gathered the children once more, and we quickly re-hid the eggs. This time, things went off without a hitch.

Two thousand years earlier, another Easter—the first one, in fact—opened with the same confusion: An empty tomb that should not have been empty. Neatly folded burial clothes that should have held a body. Angels shining with heaven’s own light. And a living-breathing-walking-around Jesus of Nazareth who had very publicly died on a cross three days earlier.

Don’t be confused. He who was dead, buried, and rose again, lives. Seek Him . . . with all your heart and all your soul.

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Like a Phoenix

There is something I’ve learned . . . and it has only taken me fifty years to learn it.

That is this: When someone accuses you of something, there is nothing to be gained by defending yourself because be you guilty or innocent, your accuser believes you are guilty.

The best course of action is two-fold: silence toward your accuser and prayer. Prayer is your only recourse. I recently received a letter from my husband of twenty-five years, completely full of misunderstanding, rage, blame, and attacks on my character. In the past, I would have had my little “In the first place . . .” rant, defended myself, and not heard a word of truth in that letter.

This time I tried a new tactic. I was silent on the matter for several days—until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Aren’t you going to defend yourself?”

“No. I’m praying about it.”

Then followed a letter from me to him saying, Yes, we see things very differently, but it may well be I said things to you that were painful . . . and I didn’t realize it. I did address one point from his letter I felt was causing him pain. I told him not once did I ever say or do anything to hurt him deliberately or to make his life more miserable. I felt he needed to know my heart.

It’s amazing how God has healed a great gaping wound in my husband’s soul. He is in the process of restoring our marriage, which seemed to be at an end. All this because I listened to God, rather than to my own indignation.

“If that’s what God told you in prayer,” my husband said, “it was exactly the right thing to do.” In three short days, my husband was a changed man.

Jesus set the perfect example of listening when He spoke to the woman at the well and when He dined at the table of Mary and Martha. He understood listening to the needs of others was important. His example guides us to follow suit. Listening sometimes solves the most difficult of situations.

Listen to the call of Jesus. Follow His example and let Him help you restore. 

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What Do I Do with This?

We stared at the large round cylinder of wood, neither of us sure what to make of the gift we’d just opened. I could feel my wife’s searching gaze as she was hoping I would shed light on what my family had given us. Utterly stupefied myself, I wasn’t much help. Drinking up our moment of polite uncertainty, my family’s rollicking laughter soon began. Mercifully easing our constructed embarrassment, they finally brought out the rest of the gift. It was then we realized the package we had opened was the pedestal of our first kitchen table.

As Christians, it can be just as confusing to receive the greatest gift ever given—Jesus Christ. What do we do with this gift? How do we use it? Should we do anything with it? Looking to the story of when this gift was given, we can gain some insight in how to treat this gift.

It’s easy to regard Jesus as the wise men did when they met Him—reverently bowing before Him, paying their respects with great treasures. But afterward, they left Bethlehem for their own country without telling anyone of their discovery and were never heard from again. Nothing against the wise men—they were doing what God had told them to do. But their actions mirror Christians who meet Jesus, richly adorn Him in the finery of religion, and then leave Him in the same spot they found Him. They return to their lives as if they’d never met Christ at all. Those around them are none-the-wiser of their encounter with the gift of the ages.

In contrast, consider the shepherds after they met the Messiah. They refused to contain their joy. Fanning into Bethlehem, they proclaimed the good news to anyone who would listen. When they returned to their lives, all could see they were forever changed. This is the response of the Christian who receives the gift of Jesus and can’t help but share Him with the world. The gift in them becomes compassion for the hurting, truth for the searching, and direction for the lost. In essence, they “re-gift” Jesus to every person they meet.

I was once confused by a gift I didn’t understand. But once I discovered its use, it became a treasured keepsake I shared with family, friends, and neighbors. Are you confused about what to do with your gift of Jesus? If so, look to the shepherds for your example. What better time to share Him with the world?

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Sealed with Love

“Seriously? You really got a tattoo?”

That was my reaction upon coming home from a business trip. I couldn’t believe my husband would actually get a tattoo while I was away.

“Well," I said, "let me see it."

Delicately, he raised his shirt sleeve to reveal the markings burned on his arm. The names of his children were tattooed in a circle. K-A-T-I-E formed the upper half of the circle while T-Y-L-E-R rounded out the bottom.

Still wondering what he was thinking, I asked, “What made you decide to have Katie and Tyler tattooed on your arm?”

Tears filled his eyes and he spoke softly, “This way, no one can ever take them away from me. They will be a part of me forever.”

A wave of sadness washed over me. I understood. My husband had not seen his children in over a year. Dealing with the courts, it seemed like two steps forward, three steps back—a continuous battle spanning over four years.

My husband's tattoo signified the deep love he had for his children. By sealing their names on his arm, he professed his love and claimed ownership of his children, whether he physically saw them or not. It was a forever sign he loved them to the core of his being. He yearned for the day he would see them again. He longed to tell them how he kept them by his side and close to his heart when he could not see them.

My husband’s tattoo and his deep love for his children remind me of God’s love for me. God loves me so much that He placed his seal of ownership on me and put His Spirit in my heart. When I think about God placing His seal upon me, I am humbled. Like my husband's children who have no idea of their father’s love for them, I fail at times to see how much God loves me. I am blinded by this world and forget that I am royalty. When I gave my life to Christ, I became a child of the King. He sealed me as His own.

Are you a child of the King too? If not, surrender to God’s love. Experience the wonderful privilege  of being sealed by the King. 

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Awesome Insignificance

Sometimes we have mental epiphanies that come like a dousing of cold water. One such mind-boggling realization came to me in an unexpected way—petting my little six-pound rescue cat.

I am not—or was not—a cat person. I didn’t like cats. Give me a dog any day over the feline of God’s critters. That is, I wasn’t ... until a certain scrawny, black, stray cat appeared one afternoon and insisted on joining my dog and me on our daily walk. This happened every day for two weeks. Not only did this meowing little creature follow us as we made our three-quarters-of-a-mile walk, she also made repeated attempts to leap into my arms or crawl onto my lap and snuggle when I sat on the porch.

After another week of emotional nagging, a stray cat with beautiful green eyes adopted me. I now have a rescue dog and a rescue kitty. The latter lavishes more unadulterated love on me than I’ve ever experienced before. The epiphany? If a dumb creature—an insignificant stray cat, of which the world seems to have too many—can love that simply, purely, and whole-heartedly, how much more can a human being love?

Human beings, made in the image and likeness of God, should be able to change the course of mighty rivers with their love. If a tiny scrap-of-a-kitten is capable of so much tenderness and adulation, how much more sensitivity and awe can a human being produce?

My little cat has taught me more about the power and awesomeness of love than anything I’ve read or seen in all my years on this earth. Verses like, Now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love, seem crystal-clear now. Love is overwhelming, remarkable, breathtaking, incredible, and extraordinary. Love is one big WOW.

Start loving like little stray kittens, and let the world see how great love really is. 

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The Father's Eyes

One day while getting a haircut, I noticed a father and his two young sons enter the shop. The man sat in another barber chair while his children waited. Within moments, the boys began misbehaving. Their father looked at them sternly without saying a word. The boys quickly complied. Several minutes later those children pleasantly played with each other. The father glanced affectionately at them as if to say, “I love you.” The children smiled back. That afternoon, the father did not have to use words to communicate with His boys. The watch care of his eyes spoke volumes.

My experience in the barbershop reminded me of the way Jesus desires to relate with His family. He does not want to shout or scream. He will not write messages in the clouds. At times, His overtones of love come quietly. The Lord Jesus wants us to walk closely with Him. He desires to guide us with His eyes.

Jesus cannot lead us with His eyes if we are not looking at the Author and Finisher of our faith. Let’s take time today to turn aside and look at Him. Turn off the smartphone, walk away from the computer, and ignore the television. Take a walk to be quiet and pray. Sing songs and hymns to the Lord, or read a Christian biography. All these things will help you turn aside from distractions and focus on Jesus.

He loves you, and He wants to share Himself with you. Do what you need to do to get your eyes fixed again. God can guide you better when you are face-to-face.

Prayer: Jesus, teach me to keep my eyes on You, not only on the problems of the day. 

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Living the Word

When I bought my new home, it was a joy spending the first night there. Over time, as I claimed it as my own, it was exciting to fill each room with the usual furniture. With my kids’ pictures on the wall, the knick-knacks on the bookshelves, and all the extra personalized touches, the house slowly became my home. As the saying goes, “There’s no place like home.” For a vacation, you can stay anywhere, but you relax, get comfortable, or “dwell richly,” in your home.

When I come home from a crazy workday, there’s rarely a better feeling than to change into something comfortable, grab my favorite drink, head to my favorite room, and relax on my large, fluffy couch. It is home—my safe and comfortable haven where I belong and can relax. Dwelling, abiding, remaining—these words all speak to comfortable permanence.

During a recent devotional time, the first nine words of today’s verse struck a chord with me. As I pondered and researched it to better understand the deeper meaning, I was amazed at how much is packed into so few words.

Incorporating our faith into the daily routine of life can be challenging. The lines between earth’s mundane and heaven’s expectations seldom seem to intersect. Or so we think. We know the “word of Christ” refers to God’s Word, the Scriptures. The word “dwell” means to remain, become a resident, or to inhabit. But then comes the fun part. The word “richly” means in large quantity, plentiful, profusely, and abundantly. So a paraphrase of this verse would be, “Let God’s Word take up permanent residence within you so it overflows into every aspect of your everyday life.” God’s Word is to permanently reside in us. So, I am motivated to relax and get comfortable every moment in the presence of Jesus—speaking to Him, recalling His Word, applying it to every situation of life, and allowing Him access to every room and corner of my life. This helps me live the abundant life He gives.

Become a fruitful child of His, and invite His blessing into your life. 

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With lights flashing, the police cruiser pulled beside me. The officer signaled through the window to pull over and stop. The gig was up. I was caught. 

I pulled over to the side of the road, braked, and put the kickstand down on my bicycle (not that I needed it … my little bicycle still had training wheels). A sigh hissed from my lips as I climbed off. I was eight years old and running away from home. Well, I had been. Evidently I wasn’t anymore. To be honest, I don’t really remember why I was running. It could have been due to some bad grades I was scared to show my parents. My father was a teacher and principal in the same school system I attended. To say that good grades and proper behavior were required of me would be understating it considerably. And those bad grades terrified me. I had gotten lazy, hadn’t studied, and paid the price.

Then there was my new little brother. For six years I was an only child, and then this little usurper appeared, taking—from my point of view—all of Mom and Dad’s attention. I was jealous. On top of it all, my best friend Susan moved away. She was born into our close-knit family twenty-four hours before me. We grew up living only a block apart in Winston-Salem. Not only were we cousins, but we were also best friends. Susan went to my school; we were in the same grade. We spent family holidays and time at the beach together. Now she and her family had moved to Fayetteville.

In all my eight-year-old wisdom, I decided to go live at the beach. I knew the way, even from where we lived in Winston-Salem. My family had a beach house on Long Beach, and we went there several times a year. I loved that place. I always felt more at home at that beach cottage than any other place I knew. 

So it was, that I gathered up my accumulated three dollars and change allowance, sneaked some bread and peanut butter into my knapsack, and instead of going to school that morning, headed off for the beach 200 miles away. I pedaled for most of the day on my little bicycle with training wheels. I got as far as Greensboro, twenty-nine miles away, before the passing policeman took an interest in the earnestly-peddling little boy who should have been in school. He picked me up, put my bicycle in the trunk, and drove to the police station to call my parents.

The hour spent waiting for my parents to come dragged past. It was one of the worst hours in my young life. I anticipated hell fire and brimstone, but when they arrived, they came with relief and love. I didn’t get the punishment I deserved for the worry I’d put them through. Instead, I was scooped into loving arms. I doubt at the time I fully appreciated the lessons learned, both in the futility of running away and receiving love instead of the hearty spanking I deserved. But the memories stayed with me and, in time, I did understand. 
I especially understood Jonah’s running away to the sea, and Moses running to the desert.  They both ran away, and in both, God used miracles and love to get them back on course. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be the last time I ran either from a situation or into a bottle of alcohol to escape. God has used miracles to get me back on track as well—although I doubt seriously my purpose in this life was as important as theirs. 

Are you running from the purpose God has intended for you? Turn your life over to Him. See what wonderful places His plan can take you.

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Calling Daddy

She was busy—as busy as a three-year-old could be. One minute she was in front of the TV watching Lalaloopsy, and then the next minute she was on the floor playing with Princess Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy. And of course her favorite, Pinkie Pie. She never went anywhere without Pinkie Pie. (Who would have ever thought My Little Pony would make such a giant comeback?)

With one eye on the paper and his other eye on his granddaughter, he watched her grab Pinkie Pie off the coffee table where she was playing and walk over to the end table where his phone rested. As she picked up his phone, he asked, “Who are you going to call?”

In an instant she answered, “My daddy.”


“Because I love him!”

I smiled when I heard this story because I thought it was so sweet. But as I smiled, I heard the small voice inside of me whisper, “That’s the way you should feel about me.” I don’t have to use the phone to call my heavenly Father, but I do have to make an effort. He’s always available and waiting to hear from me, but I have a tendency to stay so busy that I can go through my entire day without taking the time to talk to Him. James 4 says, “Draw near to God and He will draw year to you.” There’s an action that needs to take place on my part. I must draw near to God, and He will be faithful to draw near to me. In examining the times I do call out to God and draw near to Him, it seems it happens when I need something. Be it comfort, healing, assurance, peace, or help, I know I can go to my heavenly Father. But sometimes He wants me to be like a three-year-old who wants to talk to her Abba Daddy. Why?

“Because I love Him!” 

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Sweet Dreams

Our youngest son’s bunk beds are gone. His bedroom feels so different now. This was no ordinary event; this was God on a mission. I remember years ago when we assembled our son’s new beds. There was much excitement about moving into his big-boy bed. His bunk beds hosted sleepovers with family and friends for years. Now, the top bunk is rarely used and our youngest one isn’t so little. His teenage body outgrew his bed, but his heart had not—sentimental as he is.

It breaks my heart to think of children in our city sleeping on the floor every night. A year ago, I asked our son if he would consider donating his beds. He wasn’t ready. How does a mother take her son’s bed right out from under him? I let it go.

Recently, the same tug came back to my heart. With the top bunk unused, and our son’s body still growing, God made it clear that giving them away was His plan. We read today’s verse in 1 John and I explained to him that, as believers, we have a responsibility to help others—even when it costs us personally. I asked our son to pray about it and wait for God’s reply. The next morning, smiling, he said God gave him a peace about giving them away. I immediately called for a pickup from a local ministry which specializes in beds for children.

That same day, our van broke down. The repair came with a hefty bill. Reluctantly, I postponed the donation because we couldn’t afford to replace the bed and fix our van. Days later, we made a family decision not to replace his bed. Instead, we bought a simple frame for his mattress so both the donation and van repair could continue. I asked our son to give up his bed, not old clothes or discarded toys. I wrestled with my heart over this as his mom, but God’s patient persistence gave us peace and joy that He has a plan for those beds.

We should share what we can live without, but we should keep our hearts open and look for ways to freely give—even when it hurts. This is the generosity Jesus gave us through His sacrifice on the cross. When we give out of excess, that’s great. But when we give out of sacrifice, we become God’s heartbeat for the world.

Don’t hesitate. Give. 

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Safety Net

My son and I stood toe-to-toe, testosterone flaring in both of us. Fueled by anger and frustration, the words flew faster than we could control. 

Three years ago, I welcomed my wife’s son back into our home after he had served his latest five-year stint as a guest of the Georgia Department of Corrections. While he was paying for his mistakes, his mother and I had taken his two-year-old son in, obtained guardianship over him, and, for five years, raised him as our own. We gave young Caleb the best start in life we knew how.

Then our son came back home, and after five years as Caleb’s “daddy,” I gave up that crown, handing it back to his father. Now here we were, three years later, in a confrontation about to spin out of control. I told Caleb’s father he had to leave . . . leave the house, our home—leave his son. The why is not important, but trust me, it was urgently necessary. I guess simply saying old habits die hard would be the easiest explanation. There was also the fact that his mother’s career as a deputy sheriff was at risk because of his inability to change those habits. Most important was the cumulative affect on poor Caleb. For three years, a steadily-rising tide of lies and duplicity from our son washed away at the foundations of love in our home.  

This confrontation wasn’t what I needed, or how I wanted it. But it had risen to the surface and now was at hand. I was losing control in the heat of the moment. This is where I wish I could say I took the initiative and ended the situation calmly and peacefully. That’s not what happened. But what I HAD done—for three long years—was to lay the situation at my Lord’s feet to, as it were, weave a spiritual safety net. 

The situation worsened, but together with my wife Charlotte and the help of a few close friends, the problem was lifted up and set before the Lord. And so it was that He was there to handle what I could not. As I failed, He was there to catch me. He diffused the situation before it got physical. God touched our son’s heart, and he turned and left the house without further conflict. Two weeks later, in the middle of the night, our son was arrested again. Caleb, thankfully, didn’t have to see his father being taken away. This too, I’m positive, was the Lord’s intervention. 

I’m so imperfect it’s laughable. I make mistakes.  I forget my Father’s lessons. Sometimes it seems, like Peter, I’m constantly teetering on and over the edge of failure and disaster. But if I have learned one thing, it’s to just simply keep laying my problems at my Father’s feet. To keep praying. By doing so, with God’s help, I manage to continue to weave the safety net that will be there when I inevitably need it again.  

Do you have a problem that threatens to wash away your foundation? Lift it up to Him. Knit yourself a safety net out of prayer.

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Fear Not

Clouds unnerve him. Heavy rains torment him. And no, I’m not speaking of our crazy, nervous dog. I’m speaking of our son. I heard the whimpering as he stumbled to my side of the bed. With eyes closed I assured him, “You’re fine, Son, go back to bed.”

“My leg hurts, Momma.”

You’re fine, Son, go back to bed.”

A few moments later I lumbered from my bed to be sure he’d made it back to his own bed. When he saw me, he cried out.

“My knee, Momma!”

“It’s not your knee, Son. It’s the rain and there’s no reason to be afraid.” He climbed back into bed as I assured him, “You’re fine. God made the sun and the rain. He loves you and will keep you, always. Think about Jesus. Sing about Jesus. Say His name. Ask Him, ‘Jesus make me brave.’ I love you, Son. Goodnight.”

Once alone, on the other side of the door, the battle was surely on. I could well imagine the spiritual tug-of-war within his tiny little soul—to be scared or to be brave. The choice was his to make. I returned to bed and prayed.

“Be near him, Lord Jesus. Help him to be brave. Calm his anxious heart, as only You can.”

Then an unexpected battle broke out in my room.

He’s scared. Don’t you care? A good mom would lay down with him and sing him back to sleep. A good mom would have let him sleep in her bed tonight. It’s just one night. He’s only six

I began to pray. “Be near, Lord Jesus. I lift my little one up to You. You are all he needs. You’ll never leave him nor forsake him. I love and trust you.” Just then, I noticed something. Silence. He had answered our prayers by the ceasing of the rain. 

Is it okay to let your kids be afraid? Yes, as long as you pray for them and teach them how to deal with their fear.

My husband and I may not always be here for our kids. We disappoint, are inconsistent, lose our cool, and to be quite frank, we fail parenthood often. If we are not steadfast and are limited as to what we can do for our kids, then
there must be One who is better—more trustworthy. Yes, Jesus. One of the most valuable lessons we can teach our children is to surrender their fears to the One who says, “Fear not, I’m here.” Ultimately, my son needs Jesus more than my son needs me.

Don’t be afraid. Call out to Christ and your fears will subside. 

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Nothing can make you smile like a preschooler who loves Jesus. Ethan is exactly that. If he were on trial for being a Christian, you would find enough evidence to convict him. He’s thoughtful of friends, quick to forgive, and cheerfully takes turns. But he loves action, excitement, and things to touch, throw, and bounce. When story time comes, he can have a few residual wiggles.

The day I told about the walls of Jericho, his eyes were alive. I explained the fear and the danger. I repeated God’s instructions to Joshua. I described the patience needed to wait for God’s special time. The finale came with stomping feet to make the sound of the crumbling walls and whoops of victory like we were the soldiers charging in.

When the room grew quiet, Ethan raised his small fist upward and shouted, “Everybody, let’s hear it for God! Hip hip hooray!” Everyone echoed, “Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!” God perfected praise that morning in Sunday school and I was honored to see it.

God loves the praises of His people. We are challenged to sing out and to make His praise glorious. Sing out denotes loudness. Dare I say, rambunctiousness? The word translated glorious hints of wealth, weight, and high honor.

Has your praise grown mild? Does your praise need a boost? A jolt? Ask the Holy Spirit to free you to celebrate your God. Practice. Train yourself to brag about Him. Take a moment now and praise Him with passion. Everybody, let’s hear it for God! 

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Are You Searching

Exhaustion hit, replacing the joy of Christmas with anxiety. It was the Saturday before Christmas. I sat on the floor of my bedroom, surrounded with mountains of presents still to wrap, not to mention the long list of to-dos still waiting to be done. I knew it was my job to make sure my family had a memorable Christmas—focused on Jesus—but I just couldn’t see how to make that happen.

Somewhere along the path from Thanksgiving to Christmas, I had lost my focus. Everywhere I looked, the season seemed shallow and meaningless. If I couldn’t find God in the season, how was I going to make sure my three boys found Him? All I could do was pray. It wasn’t even a very good prayer—more just a cry for help.

Almost before I said amen, our oldest son, an energetic seven-year-old, knocked on my door. “Can we all go Christmas-light-looking tonight, please?” 

I mentally groaned. Something else to do. Not exactly an answer to prayer. I slipped out of my room, making sure I kept him from seeing the presents. “I don’t think so. I have too much to do.” 

“Pleasssssse?” He drew the word out, and his two little brothers joined in chorus, bringing their dad in from the living room.

I didn’t want to disappoint them, and if they were out of the house I could play catch up. “Maybe your dad can take you without me?” I turned pleading eyes to my husband. 

“No, we want all of us to go!”

The boys weren’t buying into the idea. My husband put a comforting arm around me and leaned to whisper into my ear. “I’ll help you later. This is important.” He turned to the boys. “I think it’s a wonderful idea, and we’ll all go, even your mom.” 

We did go that night, the five of us crowded into our ancient minivan. As we drove around, I listened to the excited exclamations of my boys and realized God had answered my prayer. He’d shown me that what needed to get done would get done, but the true meaning of Christmas wasn’t found in presents, but in presence.

Seek out the real part of Christmas and let it change your life. 

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Favored by His Death

I rarely fail to cry when I hear “Silent Night, Holy Night.” Perhaps because as a mother, I relate to this quiet moment of peace Mary was able to take in as she rocked her infant son. It’s that moment after birth, when a mother’s eyes meet her child’s for the first time – when the magic of motherhood physically flows from her, covering her infant. It’s an instance of silence, when the heart of a mother speaks mentally to her child and a bond is formed – one that is rarely ever broken.

Mary was favored by God to bring His son into the world. Those words brought her joy, but also an unrest. Even with the assurance of this child’s plight, she was blessed. And Mary recognized that. I can’t imagine her agony as she sat at the foot of the cross, His blood pooling at her knees. I can’t begin to fathom the pain she suffered being so close, and still unable to comfort Him or prevent the events that would kill Him. Even through her pain, Mary was favored and she recognized that.

My child, my gift from God, was less than perfect by the world’s standards. His abilities limited, his path set, and I could do little to cushion the blows of life. As a new mom, I was favored as well -- blessed to have this baby, but it was what hovered behind me. . .the things I would not be able to change or prevent, that would try to rob me of the joy. Despite the hardships, I have never felt anything less than favored and blessed, just as I know Mary must have felt.

Still, when the Christmas tree is lit, flickering in a darkened house, my heart breaks for the mother of Jesus. When the tiny Christmas music box on the piano tings out “Silent Night,” I find myself sobbing inconsolably for a mother who lost her son because . . .of . . .me. 

Yet she is favored above all others, blessed even in her loss. Her child’s destiny was Savior of the world, sent with the specific purpose to save our souls. Silent night. Holy night. When all was calm. When all was bright. A holy infant, slept  – slept in heavenly peace.

Before you close your eyes on Christmas night, hum this tender song and ask for forgiveness so His death was not in vain. Mary was favored to bring this Christ child into the world, but you are favored by His death. 

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An M & M Christmas

A big part of Christmas is remembering past Christmas blessings. Yes, many families, including our own, have suffered hardships that make the season “hurt” in one way or another, but just about everybody has at least one positive memory of Christmas worth recalling. 

Sometimes we need a little help in the remembering. Times are tough, and that is why I suggest keeping a decorated dish filled with M&M candies in the living room for all to see and sample. Why? Because of the letter M on each colorful, round piece. The M reminds us of the Christmas Ms—like Messiah, Mary, manger … and magic. But not the hocus-pocus kind. The real magic of pure, unadulterated joy. 

When I was a child, magic was everywhere—in the decorations, the homemade cookies we helped decorate, the carols, and the anticipation of what we might find under the tree. We always had a live tree that smelled of the woods and Christmas wonder. We always sang carols around the piano. We always put up a manger and spent hours arranging and rearranging the cows, sheep, and shepherds until the scene was just right. We didn’t go to the mall, nor did we expect a mountain of presents. 

Christmas was about two things only: celebrating baby Jesus’ birthday and being with loved ones. Now, as an adult, although I enjoy all the decorating and baking, I find the magic not in the carols and lights but in the miracle. 

Something is missing in today’s celebration of Christmas. Turn on the television, and we are bombarded with “Midnight Madness” sales and the latest, greatest electronic gadgets. What has happened to magic, memories, and miracles? We need to be reminded of them during this blessed season. One way to do this is to have that dish of M&Ms. And when we look at the M stamped on each little piece, we can remember all the Ms of Christmas—Messiah, Mary, mother, manger, memories, meals, magi, midnight, and mystery. Oh, and don’t forget magic … the magic of the miracle. 

Even though you do not believe me, believe the miracles, that you may know and understand that the Father is in me and I in the Father John 10:38 NIV 

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Lost Christmas

The packages were all open, the wrapping strewn across the room. Christmas was really, truly over. Only thing left to do was clean up.

There was only one problem. The baby was missing, lost somewhere in the gift wrapping. Slowly lifting each piece, we searched for her. Finally, underneath a pile of wrap, she laid contented, cooing, laughing, and kicking her tiny feet, not knowing she had been lost. 

I decided that is what I do with Christmas. Somehow, somewhere between decorations, parties, plays, and searching for the perfect gifts, I lose the baby in the manger underneath all the wrappings. My heart doesn’t feel the joy and wonder. It just feels overwhelmed by all the stuff I’ve put in God’s place. 

God allows me to fill my Christmas celebration with things—things I don’t need … things I just want. He allows me to move away, to lose Him in the gift wrapping, and the hustle bustle. And He gives my heart a jerk when I walk away. He rings bells and plays “Silent Night” and “Hark the Herald Angels Sing,” and sends me wonderful Christmas stories of love, kindness, and mercy. He fills the sky with beautiful, bright stars and covers the earth with soft, glowing snow. He fills churches and stores with friends, loved ones, and kind strangers. 

Through others and blessings sent my way, God touches my heart on a whim just to see if somewhere in this mess, I might want to celebrate Him. And slowly, ever so slowly, He patiently unwraps the true gift of Christmas, His wondrous and abiding love that He sent in the form of a babe in a manger. 

Don’t lose sight of the reason for the season. Remember Christ. 

For the wondrous gift of your love, Lord, I am thankful. I praise you for the one true gift of Christmas, your Son. 

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Hide and Seek

She didn’t move. Make a sound. Or even breathe. 

Yes, there were better places to hide, but she hadn’t had the time. She had to find a place quickly. Somewhere close by. 

Because she had heard him coming. 

“Savannah . . .” 

The tone of his voice meant trouble. 

She looked down at the stolen cell phone in her hands and crouched a little lower. But her pink, sparkly shoes stuck out just enough from behind the sofa to give her hiding place away. And her purple Minnie Mouse pajamas didn’t exactly act as camouflage. 

Daddy had found the little thief. And taking Daddy’s cell phone had always been a big “No-No.” 

Even at eighteen-months, my daughter did what Adam did. She heard Dad coming. Savannah tried to hide. And so did Adam.

“Adam, where are you?” God said. 

But why did God ask? God knew where Adam was, didn’t He? He wasn’t surprised or startled by Adam’s sin. But for the first time in human history, He was separated. Sin always does that. Maybe you’ve heard the sound of the Holy Spirit “walking” into your garden lately. 

Do we have sin in our lives that causes us to hide from His presence? God already knew that Adam had sinned. Still, He went searching for Adam. It was no game. But it was hide and seek. 

I just want to thank God for being a seeker of sinners, of whom I am chief. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 

We don’t have to hide. 

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Soul Soap

She gave me a difficult assignment. “Go outside and bring Nicki in for her bath,” my sister pleaded. 

I found my three-year-old niece, not among the backyard play things, but at the edge of the yard, near a burned tree stump. Her hands were so black, I thought she wore mittens. Her knees and feet matched the mittens and her small raccoon eyes completed the picture. 

“Nicki,” I began, “Mommy says it’s time to come in for your bath.” 

“I not dirty,” she informed me. 

I tried several strategies, including a list of yummy things Mom was cooking. She shrugged. In a firm voice, I said, “Mommy says to come in now. If she says you’re not dirty, we’ll come back together and play until dinner is ready.” 

“Okay,” she said. 

We entered the house through a side door. A tall mirror stood at the end of the hall. Nicki walked in front of me with a determined pace, but a short distance from the mirror, she stopped. She took one hesitant step and then another. With one last footstep, she touched the mirror with an outstretched hand. “I ready for my ‘baff’ now,” she said.

I followed her small feet to the bathtub.

The Bible is clear. Our pretense at being okay the way we are is an illusion, but promises of forgiveness and total cleansing overflow in Scripture. Our Father is reliable. He will make us thoroughly clean. Yet, in spite of these promises, we try to avoid looking at our own wrongdoing. God gently helps us. Sometimes He speaks through an event or another person, but most often through the mirror of His Word. 

It’s challenging to keep a pure heart in an impure world. Confessing our sin is like telling our heavenly Father, “I ready for my ‘baff’ now.” Take a moment to confess your need for His purity. Soak in His forgiving love. Receive His perfect cleansing. 

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In the Image

Picture this image: “Where’s your cat, No-No?” Blank faces. Sneaky faces. No-No was the name of our cat who was later found in the refrigerator’s fresh fruit drawer. A cold cat—but a live one.

Perhaps … in the nick of time.

My twin sister Sharon and I, as toddlers and kids, were double trouble. Besides placing our cat in the refrigerator, there are other facts to establish this truth: A toilet clogged with diapers. Running in opposite directions in the grocery store. Mud pies in our Easy-Bake-Oven. A science fair volcano project created in our mom’s new cookware.

You get the picture. As twins, my sister and I bear a resemblance and a similarity. We were born together. Born in the same likeness. As toddlers, we even shared a twin language only speech therapy sessions could dissipate. Although we differ in some ways, we are alike in more than appearance. We are both pastor’s wives. We share common likes and dislikes in music, food, ministry, life values, and spiritual truths. There are many “me too” moments. The same night-time dreams. Same thoughts. Same comments to our mother. Same experiences—at close proximity.

There are great things about being a twin. As children, always having a partner in crime, someone to talk with, and someone to play with. There are also the not-so-great things. Always being called by your sister’s name or being asked, “Which one are you?” Being compared to the other twin and always being known as Karen and Sharon instead of just simply Karen or Sharon.

As children of God we bear a similar image. We are born in the same likeness. We bear the image of Christ, born to become like Him, not just in appearance. Sharing common likes and dislikes. Bearing the image of Jesus and having experiences with Christ—at close proximity. He never has to ask, “Which one are you?”  He knows each of us intimately, by name.

Be mindful of bearing the image of Christ, with a desire to become like Him in every way and in every area of life.

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Keepers at Home

Now that I am retired—having had a “day job” throughout my married life—I’ve found housekeeping can consume most of my time, if I let it. Tasks that might have gone days (okay, weeks) in the past, now haunt me as I pass them multiple times in a day. 
But housekeeping is more than a certain standard of cleanliness. According to Titus, it’s in the category with godly virtues such as love, purity, and kindness. Perhaps Titus recognized that a keeper is one who guards, protects, and takes care of something of value. For example, a doorman watches and approves all that passes through the door for which he is responsible. 
In her book, Living in a Zoo, Brenda Lancaster writes to the keepers of the home, “You are to watch for anything that will be harmful to the inhabitants who dwell there,” making sure “that only the godly and upright things are allowed to enter your gates!” 
Keepers of the home—and many guys stand guard duty, as well—are careful to protect their homes from intruders that may enter through the TV, Internet, books, and magazines. If you wouldn’t let an evil person through your doors, don’t let him or her in through wires and cables. Otherwise, we demonstrate way too much confidence in our own abilities to overcome temptations. And we tempt God as we demand that He rescue us from the pitfalls of perusing sinful living. 
Guard your home—not just in front of the children or grandchildren—but as a way to demonstrate sensible, pure, workers at home. 

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Dancing over Me

I danced the day my daughter was born. Excitement overflowed as I held this newborn wonder in my arms. Tears of joy streamed. Songs erupted from my innermost being. Prayers and praises of thanksgiving arose out of me. Cuddling the tiny bundle, I took her on her first dance around the hospital room. 

Through the years we’ve continued to dance. When she was a young child I picked her up at times, held her tight, and sang songs to her. Her daddy was excited she was alive. Recently she called me into her room and asked if I would let her stand on my feet, grab hands, and dance around the room. I held her close and slowly danced, rejoicing over her. 

The Bible promises God’s nearness and constant love. We can accept that reality even when we don’t feel it. We can choose to believe His nearness and love when we show up at our job daily, when we care for a sick loved one, or when we do our routine tasks at home. God is always with His children. The Father loves His sons and daughters immensely and on days when we may feel neglected or alone, the Lord’s promises bring hope and challenge us to keep going. 

Take the time to read and meditate on His Word. Be reminded of His nearness. Stop and praise the Lord in your spirit. Sit quietly in a chair or stretch out on the floor facedown, stilling yourself until you are aware of His presence. God is quietly nearby, delighting in His children. 

Prayer: Loving Father, make me aware of Your presence today. Thank You for taking delight in me, your child. 

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Close Call

In recent weeks, I’ve had a couple of close calls or near-death experiences, if you want to call them that. In one incident a friend and I were driving down a local four-lane road when we decided to stop to take a look at a car that was for sale. Just as we passed an intersection, I heard wheels squalling and looked in my rearview mirror to see a car that had run through a stop sign, hit the front of the car behind us, and flipped over just a few feet awau from us. Fortunately, no one was killed. 

That incident constantly reminds me death is just a second away from every living soul. I suddenly realized how precious life is and how important it is not to take the blessings in life for granted. I thought about words said that should not have been and of words not said that should have been. Love expressed that never was, lost hugs, and spiritual conversations shared with the brokenhearted that were never spoken. 

My dad always said, "Son, today is the first day of the rest of your life." That’s a very true statement. We cannot change the past, but we can greatly influence the future. 

James reminds us there is no guarantees on our time. Only the Father knows our days. And in His efforts to teach us, He found it important that we understand as quickly as life comes it can pass . . . and the importance of making the most of every minute in service to Christ. 

In this crazy world, take time to stop and smell the roses. We never know what tomorrow brings. Cherish God’s simple pleasures and love those in your life who need it. You know who they are. Forgive those who need it. Be the person God is pleased with. You never know at what second you will be standing face-to-face with Him. Live life as if each day were you last . . . it very well could be. 

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Time-Out for Ethan

“Ethan, I am upset with you! You know you should do what your teacher asks, not refuse. How could you be so disrespectful?” 

Ethan looked at the floor. It was easy to see he remembered the look in his teacher’s eyes earlier that Friday afternoon in kindergarten. 

“No play time for you this evening,” his mother continued. “You will be in time-out for a long while to think about how you have hurt your teacher.” 

Poor little Ethan was weighed down with remorse. All weekend he moped around with a long, sad face. When Monday arrived and Ethan returned to school, he ran as fast as he could to his teacher. Crying hard and between sobs, he managed finally to get the words out. “I’m sorry,” he said. 

One can be sure remorse was great for a thoughtful, sensitive five-year-old who loved his teacher when he realized he had done something to hurt her. Ethan could hardly wait to return to school and tell his teacher he was sorry. 

This incident provides a perfect example of what the Lord asks of us when we do something displeasing to Him. Ethan’s sincere remorse and desire to set things right touched his teacher’s heart. She welcomed his plea for forgiveness with open arms. Likewise, true repentance and sincere remorse touch the heart of our heavenly Father—He will do no less.

We all fall short. When it happens, give yourself “time-out” for reflection and repentance. And then run with haste into the open arms of our loving heavenly Father to ask forgiveness.

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The Uninvited

The wasp looked at me from the lampshade with both of its baleful, compound eyes. It did a couple of push-ups and raised its wings, looking like a gunslinger flexing his fingers and unsnapping his holster. The other dozen or so wasps my grandson Caleb and I had captured over the last couple of hours had been relatively easy, but this fellow was different. Something had alerted him, or maybe he had just watched us gathering up his comrades.

Earlier that chilly afternoon, my wife and I had transferred our house plants from their summer home outside, back into the house. The forecast called for the first frost of Fall, and we were playing the seasonal game of finding enough indoor winter sunlight for each plant. The Boston ferns wound up in the dining room and approximately two hours later, the first wasp appeared.

As it turned out, one of the Boston ferns had been a convenient summer home for a colony of wasps. Now they were warming up, and waking up, and in the false sunlight of the indoor lamps, they were moving up and out. Over a dozen wasps buzzed around the house. To say Charlotte was not a happy camper would be understating it considerably.

We live in a very rural environment, and wasps are a common pest. Occasionally, one would find its way inside. Believing that simply taking a wrong turn shouldn’t be a death sentence, I had taught Caleb how to safely trap them under a glass and transfer them back outside. Now, together, we had cautiously rounded up most of our uninvited guests and moved them back outside. And by moving the glass very slowly, I was able to corral even the wary gunslinger.

Sin has a way of sneaking in on me just like the wasps and their green, leafy Trojan Horse. Every time I turn around, I’ve wasted another hour on Facebook. The TV drifts into some garbage program, and I’m too lazy to change it or turn it off. Even magazines with their subliminal advertising can suddenly have my thoughts careening off to places I don’t want to go. Sin is everywhere in this fallen world, and it’s always looking for a way in.

That’s why Paul implores us to put on the full armor of God: shield, helmet, breastplate … all found in His Word, free of charge. Open your Bible, and suit up.

As I’m constantly relearning, it’s a lot easier to put on my armor ahead of time, than to run around afterward, mentally trying to trap my sins under glass like lost and errant wasps. Jesus said it simply: “Get out of here, Satan!” Works for me.

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On the Other Side

Wedding vows were recited inside a tiny courtroom tucked in a far corner on the third floor of the county courthouse. A handful of family members in attendance witnessed two young people, my husband’s daughter and her fiancé, pledge their lives to each other. 

At the ceremony’s conclusion, pictures were taken and congratulations dispersed. Hugs and kisses were included. My husband waited until the end to take his turn. He stepped toward his daughter, tears welling in his eyes, and held out his arms for her embrace. As she stepped into his open arms, they encircled her. Breathing in the light scent of her perfume, he hugged her tightly. Kissing her forehead softly, he whispered, “I love you, Katie.” 

To many, this act may seem natural. But for my husband, it was momentous. For over ten years, the courthouse to him represented pain and heartache as he repeatedly fought for his legal right to see his daughter and son. After each hearing, my husband exited the courthouse doors hoping for a victory, only to be disappointed weeks, or even months, later. 

Yet on this day, the courthouse represented new beginnings: the start of a marriage and the renewal of a father/daughter relationship. My husband’s presence at his daughter’s wedding was not because any judge had awarded him his right to be there. It was because she wanted him there. She chose for him to be a part of her life. 

As I stood by my husband’s side during the ceremony, I realized God reigns sovereign over our lives. He not only walked with my husband and me through years of heartache, but He carried us forward to this point when He claimed the ultimate victory.

Many times, when we are in the midst of pain, we cannot see the good that is yet to come. We rely on faith knowing God is in complete control of our circumstances. We submit to His will whatever it may be. And if we are fortunate, like my husband and I were, we are privileged to see the blessing on the other side.

What pain are you in the midst of today? Whatever it is, hold tight to God’s promises and trust Him to see you through. Have faith. Though you weep this night, your joy may come in the morning. 

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Our Lord, the Matador

Sometimes I feel like I’m running from a mad bull. There are times I just want some place safe to run to in this crazy life.

When I was a young man, my daddy helped my older brother raise steers to show for 4-H. My brother bought them as young calves and trained them so he could show them in the ring. As a typical younger brother, I wanted to follow him around and do whatever he did. When I entered the stable to watch, I came eye-to-eye with what, to me, was a man-crushing beast. When I stepped in, he always charged.

I was chased around the stable many times. But I learned something. When I ran behind daddy, the animals always stopped and lowered their heads. Daddy was in charge and was not afraid. He was my refuge. I learned never to go into the stable or ring unless he was nearby. And then I didn’t need to be afraid.

When we face something that seems too big for us, we should run to the Lord. He is in charge and nothing is stronger than Him. Nothing is too complicated. Nothing takes Him by surprise.

As I grew up, there came a time when the steers stopped charging. I learned to face them without fear. But in our lives, there always seems to be something to cause us to fear and doubt ourselves and our service to God. God does not want us, His children, to live our lives in fear. He tells us to come to Him expectantly in prayer. He instructs us in how to live through His Word, and He gives us His Holy Spirit to guide us. We never need to feel alone or afraid. He will be with us.

Even when you find mad bulls in your ring, trust.

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The big train wheels squealed and sparks flew as the engineer pulled hard on the bright red brake lever. Rolling and shuddering, the boiler hissed steam and the train shuddered to a stop. The Bad Men Outlaws (dressed all in black) boarded the train.

It was 1963 and the Tweetsie Railroad, a tourist attraction built around an authentic locomotive and three miles of track in the North Carolina mountains, was just six years old. So was I. The train was packed that summer day, and Mom, Dad, and I were the last to board. Mom was pregnant with my little brother, and she quickly found a seat for us, but there didn’t seem to be room left on the car for my Dad. So as the train began to lurch its way out of the station, he settled down a few feet away on a lockbox at the end of the car.

I watched in wide-eyed wonder as the train meandered its way around the mountain. There was a lot to see along the way, including the scenery and the frontier fort. And then, out of the blue, came the sound of six-shooters ripping the air, horses galloping alongside the train, and the squeal of iron on iron as the train slowed and stopped.

The entrance to the passenger car was suddenly darkened by a man dressed all in black. He bounded up the steps and entered. He pulled his gun and before I was even aware of what was happening, I was up off the seat and moving. I kicked the outlaw as hard as I could and yelled at him, “Don’t point that gun at my daddy!”

The staged play came apart at that point. The "outlaw" looked at me in bewilderment. Dad scooped me up protectively, and the passengers on the car broke out in laughter and cheers. After a minute or two, the actors recovered and went on with the show. The outlaws took the lockbox. Dad sat in my seat and held me close. The good guys (dressed helpfully in white) recovered the lockbox, and the train once again huffed and puffed along the track. Its whistle echoed off the mountains.

Jesus said we must be as little children. He probably didn’t mean we should go around kicking people, but rather our motives should be as pure and innocent as that of little children. Just as little Kevin flew off the bench to protect his daddy, we should be just as zealous in our defense of our faith, and observant of all the things our Father has taught us.

Our Christian faith is under attack from all sides. The outlaws are boarding the train. Drink of the Father’s promised Spirit of power and love, and go kick a few bad guys.

The Eyes of God

My husband built a bird feeding station just off the patio that attracted numerous birds, all colors and sizes. We enjoyed watching the birds pick at the food in the birdfeeders and dip into the birdbath. New species appeared almost daily—bluebirds, cardinals, red-headed woodpeckers, finches, blue jays, sparrows, ravens, orioles, doves, humming birds—all flashing their gorgeous array of colors as they flitted back and forth from the feeders to the trees.

In the fall a squirrel or two usually showed up looking for food to stash for the winter. My husband decided to add a feeder for them as well and almost immediately, a mother squirrel and her baby showed up. We watched as the mother cared for and nurtured her young from a distance. At first, she accompanied the young one to the feeder, but soon I noticed she sent him out to the feeding station alone while she stationed herself atop the six-foot fence and watched.

While she seemed to be far away from the little one, she never took her eyes off him. At the slightest sense of danger, the little squirrel skittered to his mother on top of the fence. They scampered down the fence toward the woods and disappeared from sight. Later he came back to eat, and when I looked over at the fence, there was the mother squirrel waiting and watching.

It occurred to me that God cares for and watches over us just as the mother squirrel watched over her young. Sometimes it may seem like He’s far away or isn’t paying attention to what’s going on in our lives, but He’s always watching, waiting to act the moment we are in need and seek His help. While He sometimes allows us to wander to teach us lessons in life, He never leaves us. His love and grace are without limits, from everlasting to everlasting, and we can run to Him any time we need him. He never takes His eyes off us. He’s just a prayer away.

Take time right now to thank God for watching over you even when you aren’t aware that He’s there. Learn to trust in Him and His watchful eyes.

As for Me and My Mouse

While I was playing with her two older sisters, my two-year-old granddaughter slipped out of the room unnoticed. After searching for her for several minutes, I found her sprawled out on the floor deeply engrossed in something on her daddy’s iPad.

Charli loves cartoons, especially My Little Pony. At first glance, that’s what I thought she was watching. When I knelt down for a closer inspection, there were evil faces on the ponies. Suddenly, the screen filled with skeletons, and the evil ponies starting cutting open the heads of other ponies and “eating their brains.”

I quickly scooped up the iPad and said, “Sweetie, I don’t think this is something you need to be watching.” Fortunately, there was no resistance. (I think she was as confused about what she was seeing as I was.) When I told her mother about the video, she said Charli must have grabbed the iPad when no one was looking. It seems they had been watching the real My Little Pony videos earlier that day, and YouTube was easily accessible to little fingers.

The psalmist said, I will set nothing wicked before my eyes. In this generation, driven by the media and high tech gadgets of all shapes and sizes, that is a tall order. Commercials are sensual or downright crude and annoying. Previews that are supposed to be “approved for all audiences” are, most times, anything but. And the Internet is a wonderful, necessary, terrifying place—especially for those too young to know how to navigate it and bypass all the junk.

From the time they were big enough to hold something in their hand, all of my grandchildren have been able to navigate a cell phone, iPad, and even the TV remote. It’s amazing how bright our children are today. It seems they come out of the womb ready to face this new world of advanced technology that is their future. Our job as parents and grandparents is to teach them to use this technology wisely in order to protect their little minds from all sorts of filth and corruption.

Even for an adult, one wrong click of the mouse can open up ads and websites that are pure garbage, burning images and information into our consciousness that are almost impossible to eliminate. The psalmist also said, I will behave wisely in a perfect way. That takes a decision and a conscious effort.

Technology, as I said, is a wonderful tool and something we cannot do without. The key is using it wisely for the right purposes and teaching our children the same. One of the best things I ever heard someone say is this: "As for me and my mouse … we will serve the Lord!"

How about you?

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Dachshund and Goliath

My dachshund, Wilbur, embarrassed me.

Friends had graciously invited me and my husband over for a Memorial Day cookout. “Bring Wilbur. He can play with our greyhound, Vanna.”

So we did. But Wilbur “showed himself ” like never before, growling and nipping at Vanna, making us regret we’d brought him along.

Wibur’s fearlessness and aggression toward a dog ten times his height reminded me of my dachshunds from childhood. Any time they saw the neighborhood Doberman, they would take after him full-throttle and, thankfully, he would disappear into the woods.

The dachshund’s confidence and bravery reminds me of David and Goliath. David looked up at this giant-of-a-man towering over him and declared battle with full confidence. He even refused to wear armor and told Goliath if he came against him to fight, he (David) would attack in the name of the Lord. David ran toward Goliath and killed him with a slingshot and a stone.

Christians need to take a lesson from David—and the dachshund. God wants us to start putting more action behind the beliefs we claim to possess. He wants us to act like we are more than conquerors, and that we can do all things through Christ.

We tend to give up our fights too easily only to consider what we, ourselves, are capable of doing. It’s easy to forget Who we have on our team. There’s no doubt there are mountains in our lives but as Christians, we must never forget God is on our side. That’s way bigger than any and every obstacle we face.

So it’s okay for us to look silly and take on our battles like a dachshund charging at a greyhound or a Doberman … as long our confidence is not in our own abilities, but in our unstoppable, almighty Master. Place your confidence in Christ and He will lead you through the battles.

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