Tensions are Rising
Tensions are rising. Tempers are flaring–seemingly out of nowhere–between the closest of friends. Conversations are abruptly stopping due to dissension. I find myself scratching my head, trying to figure out what in the world is happening around me.
Then I stop and look for comfort.
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:38-39 NIV
Comfort found
Never has a phase brought more comfort.
Try to think of something not included in that passage.
Fear of not having enough money? Covered.
Upset with what others are saying about you? Don’t let it get between you and your Heavenly Father. That’s covered, too.
Take a breath
Maybe you’re fretting over (yes, I’m going there) the political climate of the day. It’s hurting your heart, seeing people fighting over commentaries. Both side of the aisle offer (mostly) opinions and insights. A good rule of thumb: if you do not see it with your own eyes … if you do not hear directly from a person’s voice to your ear … don’t let it twist you into knots.
Instead, know …
Know for a fact that all the chest-pounding or fear-mongering does not have the power to separate any of us from God’s love. That truth is enough to calm a troubled heart.
So take a deep breath and know God’s already fought this battle and has won!
If you’re not feeling all that confident, drop me a note at robin@robinlufitg.com and let’s talk about it.
How a friendship began
Can a woman on the run find herself again?
Ladies of the Fire
brought us to the late 1960s as we met the newly-widowed Lily-Rose Pembrick reeling as she fled Lincoln, Nebraska, with her children. Only taking the cash from the house safe and what she could get her hands on at the family bank, she left the recently-inherited and successful Pembrick Transportation company behind. Exhausted from driving all night, she stopped in Applegate, Ohio, and decided to start a new life on Norwood Street. There, she met Fiona Kasey, an African-American no-nonsense housekeeper/companion to an elderly white woman, and Sugar Bowersox, a Southern spitfire who has lost herself in motherhood.
Together, they enjoyed Lily-Rose’s backyard fire pit, where dreams were spoken and secrets revealed. As they embraced a kinship they never would have sought, Lily-Rose began thinking her past could finally be laid to rest—until someone ended up dead.
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