Don’t just smile at the photos of the children. Look at yourself and your concerns and worries and take a clue from Jesus
I still have this lingering Easter-week feeling of promise and certainty
They just bloom in the places where light splashes in, they absorb it, and then they share it without holding back.
All the noise on the Internet today is about the president’s State of the Union speech Tuesday evening. Everyone seems so worried, so concerned, so anxious either for or against the ideas put forth by one party or the other
I’m more than ready for a sanctuary filled with prayer, praise, song, grateful hearts, encouragement, and love.
So we have some new frames on order for Rebekah, and some new lenses too. They’re not cheap, you know… but neither is grace, or mercy, or love, or discipleship, or new eyes – most especially not the Jesus quality of seeing.
It turns out we’re on to something, us grandparents.
Today I’m considering the lilies in my field, I’m hugging the dog who never worries about a thing, and I’m thanking God for all the amazing blessings of a life rooted in grace, mercy, promise, and love