Sometimes, just showing up can be a blessing for someone else. My husband Bob experienced that recently. Bob spent aseveral months two years ago mentoring a man, we’ll call Jay. Jobless, family-less, hope-less and discouraged, Jay couldn’t understand why his attempts to follow God had landed him in such a grim spot. Bob didn’t have any quick answers either, but…
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Thanks for gravity
After two weeks stepped out of time into a different life, I’m back. I hope your Christmas season was as rich with friends and relatives as mine. This morning as I prayed and considered God‘s many blessings, out of my mouth came, “thank you, Lord, for gravity.” While I am the mother of an astronomer, even I thought that a…
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A Lost Job’s riches
My husband lost his job once. He didn’t have full-time employment for a year. As a retired sailor, he did have income and our family didn’t worry about starving. But I immediately went into survival mode and watched every penny with an intensity that made everyone feel uncomfortable. I couldn’t bear to walk into a store for months afterward; my…
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Christmas Chaos Joy
I mumbled my grievances as I stumbled into the car yesterday. Hauling clarinet, music book, Sunday School lesson book, answer book, water bottle, bulky purse and a raincoat, I fell into the passenger seat completely disgruntled. I hate being so busy and could only wish the day would be over soon. “If you looked the word ‘busy’ up in the…
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Staying Behind the Lord
Staying behind the Lord as I walk through life is tricky. I’m not the only one. King David, a man after God‘s own heart, often got ahead of his Lord–even with the best of intentions. At the end of his life, David said to Nathan the high priest, “Hey, I’ve got a great idea. Let’s build God a temple.” Nathan…
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Getting started with God’s Fingerprints
What do God‘s fingerprints look like and how do we recognize them in daily life? Think about what a finger print is–a sign someone touched something. Sometimes they’re blatant–as when the boys and I covered a wall with handprints in our Washington house. But usually they’re invisible to the naked eye. It’s only when a detective specifically hunts or dusts for them…
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