It started when I was eight years old. I remember making fun of a boy in my class. He and his friends followed me from school that day. I only made it half-way home before they grabbed me. The pack of three of them took turns pushing and spinning me between them. Dizzy, I stumbled. …
Disappointment threatened to crush my mother’s heart as I listened to the child’s tale of woe. Like shards of glass under bare feet, we pressed hard together into the painful event and shared tears. Helpless to reinvent history, I offered empathy and hugs and my own sorrow for this precious one’s heart ache. It seemed …
A young boy wandered over to me today after I taught the lesson at Vacation Bible School. He said, “If my mommy and daddy would just obey God, then they wouldn’t fight any more and I wouldn’t be sad.” He looked about all of 9 years old. I said, “That might be true. But you …
And sick? And have too much to do, with no one else to do it but you? All at the same time? Boy, do I know how you feel. So in the midst of my self-induced pity party this morning, while reading Proverbs 6, God taught me two things: 1) I needed to stop whining …
“Is this my lot in life? To forever have sorrow and pain as my companions? Will I never have the joy and peace promised me because of my husband’s sin?” My friend wept and I honestly didn’t know what to say to her. The man she trusted her heart to so many years prior seemed …