My son endured major thoracic surgery in October. Although the bracket holding the metal bar in his chest now makes a visible and definitive lump in his skin, and he sports several scars from the surgery, only the medic alert tags around his neck give any indication now of all that happened then. His sternum …
I wonder what was happening when the words, “harlot” and “zealot” were created. As I read Proverbs 7 this morning, I struggled. I wondered, “What on earth am I to do with this, Lord?” And then it hit me… it’s every man’s struggle. And their wives struggle as well. And try as these men might, …
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 …
Saturday, I stood in the breezeway, sipping percolated coffee, watching our people play in the lake. At one point, the most mischievous of our three kiddos silently snuck towards his sister, intent upon capsizing her banana float and submerging her. He stopped momentarily, and glanced up at the cabin. “Are you watching me?” he called, …
I apologized to my husband for driving into the side of the garage. Acting childishly, and furious at him over something stupid (and not the point of this blog, so I won’t go into it), I hastily pulled away, paying no attention to the enormous dwelling next to the vehicle, clipping the brick and nailing …