It’s a good thing I don’t believe in coincidence or I might choose more carefully how I write. My last post was a clear message of faith over fear. Choosing to NOT worry. Trusting God’s plan even when we don’t understand. Well here we are, 24 hours later, sitting in the Atlanta airport after a…
So much of worry starts in a battle of the mind. Our thoughts consume us to the point that we start wondering if what could happen, probably is going to happen–and that’s why we can’t stop thinking about it. It’s a vicious cycle of “What if?”, then “What would I do?”, to “How can I…
Truth be told, I’ve been counting down a l o o o n n g time! Madagascar is on the horizon, and I’m packing, making lists, and praying for wisdom in the process. How do you pack into four suitcases all that you’ve missed over the last year, and just the right items to say…
I was nominated by a sweet friend on Facebook to name ten books that have stuck with me over the years, but decided it was easier to blog about it rather than write a long post on her wall. Books have been a big part of my life since I was a young girl, and…
It happens often. A song gets stuck in my head and I go to bed hearing it, wake up in the middle of the night hearing it, and think of it first thing in the morning. No wonder I love scripture songs so much. They fill my mind with truth and consume my thoughts. Not a bad…
Sometimes… A girl’s just gotta cry. Sometimes it is joy, sometimes it’s grief. Sometimes it’s both–at exactly the same moment. The wonderful and the painful joined together in such raw emotion that no single word could describe it… And you think that there is absolutely no one that really understands. Except maybe Winnie-the-Poo. One…
There’s not a soul on this earth that has taught me more about prayer than my children and grandchildren. The honest prayers of my precious little ones have moved me to tears more often than I can count. From a very young age we started praying with our children and grandchildren, teaching them how to…
No parent wants to give their child a start in life that says, “I know this name brings to mind someone not so pleasant, but… I’m gonna name my baby this anyway, because I really like it.” It is pretty rare to hear of a new baby that’s been named JOB, which means “persecuted, hated”… or ICHABOD, “no…
Wow. The preacher steps on your toes and doesn’t even apologize… He doesn’t need to, really–it’s not his fault that the Truth comes, walks straight down that aisle… right into the pew. It’s a common story, really. The Prodigal Son: ~demands his “rights” ~runs from home ~lives for himself ~squanders his resources ~ends up…
Sounds like a tall task to me. If you had seen the tree-climbing, roof-jumping, I-can-do-anything-a-boy-can-do, tomboy that used any excuse to get out of doing the dishes, you would never have believed that she would grow up to one day be a pastor’s wife. Some days I still don’t believe it myself.
It’s always a sad day when you see violence and civil unrest, and when it hits close to home I am reminded that there are those that don’t live in a free democracy that are facing this on a daily basis. We hear of it so often that, if we’re not careful, we will become…
MERCY: Compassionate or kindly forbearance shown toward an offender, an enemy, or other person in one’s power; compassion, pity, or benevolence: “Have mercy on the poor sinner.” [dictionary.com] I’ve heard it explained this way: GRACE is God giving us what we don’t deserve. MERCY is God not giving us what we deserve. [used with permission] When this…
It’s Sunday. We’re back home. And there’s nothing like being in our home church on Sunday morning. We choose to worship no matter where we are–and we’ve been blessed to worship in many places through the years– But there’s no place like home!
I love to give. I give to love. If you are aware of the book, The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman, you’ll remember the five basic ways we show love: Acts of service Gifts Words of Affirmation Physical Touch Quality Time Yep. I’m a giver. All of these are ways that we give/receive love, but…
Some of you have read and followed my blog since the beginning (and I thank you!). If you remember how it all started, it was during the time that my father-in-law was in the hospital and we weren’t sure if he was going to live. See https://wateringcanblog.com/2012/05/29/may-the-words-of-my-mouth/ AND https://wateringcanblog.com/2012/07/12/lifes-a-puzzle/ This week marks 2 years since he went…
