When 8 minutes and 46 seconds count… Eight minutes and forty-six seconds is not a long time. For someone dying, it’s an eternity. Eight minutes and forty-six seconds in not forever. For someone needing help, it’s a lifetime. Eight minutes
I know that if there is to be peace on earth, it has to begin with me. With God as our Father, it can begin with me. It can begin with us.
During these pandemic times, I’ve faltered in ways not expected, never imagined! Monday night I forgot the words to the Lord’s Prayer. Yes, the Lord’s Prayer.
Got laughter? Got loud? Got loud laughter? “This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad.” (Psalm 118:24)
Happy May! As I enjoy beautiful spring flowers, I can’t help but remember some of life’s weedier moments. Some I’ve wanted to toss and pull like Dad did the dandelions in his gardens. But those weedier moments were often the
Real life comes with “background noise.” And in the middle of these unreal pandemic times is a new “realness.”
Life’s uncertainties and unknowns will continue–even after the pandemic. What is certain is God’s love and faithfulness, His insistence on being with us, His attention to the details of our life.
Not a day goes by that I don’t rail about something. But change has to begin with me, if I’m to change the discourse.
Today we’re in the middle of a very challenging time, a pandemic, and I’m determined to find God in the details.
I’ve only known Heather for two months. Actually it’s really only been six weeks. She was a guest on our Fave Lifestyles show, The Purple Couch, a conversation that inspired me in many ways.
I love helping women of faith connect our delightfully ordinary stories to God’s extraordinary love and faithfulness. I pray our time together will encourage and empower you. As you know, God’s been in the details of our life–always has been, always will be. Let’s keep in touch.
