A Special Time of Year

Autumn is my favorite season for several reasons. Mostly because it was my dad’s favorite, too. Not only was his birthday in September, but Hunting Season started then. He said he never remembered the correct date for his birthday because it always came in the middle of hunting season, and he was more excited about that.

So I became excited about hunting, too.

On those magical autumn mornings, we’d get up early and enter the woods before the squirrels started looking for their breakfast. We’d walk as quietly as we could, though acorns continually crunched under our feet. Twigs snagged our pants. Trouncing through the ground cover, the crisp morning air would wrap around my face. My boots would get soaked from the dew. Dad would lead us to a spot—a perfect spot—where we would wait for the squirrels.

That’s how it went—every time. Every magical and perfect time.

No talking. Hunters don’t talk. Instead, we bonded over milk-coffee (mostly milk in my case) and snack crackers or the occasional piece of candy. After all, hunters needed to keep up their strength up as they watched and waited for a good shot.
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Memories of Long Ago

soda bottlesI remember spending hours collecting soda-pop bottles from alongside the road and returning them to the store for two cents apiece. It didn’t matter how long my friends and I were out. We’d be gone on our bikes for hours with one goal in mind: to stand in front of the general store counter and peer up to all the colors and wonders that were held in the clear glass jars. Continue reading

What Fills Your Cup?

Olivia - spaghettiWe are what we eat and drink. Maybe not spaghetti or iced tea, but we are what we take in. What do you hunger for, or put another way, what is important to you? And what does that have to do with having a blessed home?

All Christ-centered homes have at least one thing in common: Christ comes first. It isn’t the rules found in Scripture that makes a home Christ-centered. It’s the hearts of the people living in it. Reducing Christ to a list of rules leads to legalistic Christianity.

Help your family see God as loving, approachable and involved. Include God in your daily conversations in your home. Make attending church non-negotiable. And show how seeking and serving God can be fun. Remember, the only way to show it is to do it.

Try to put Psalms 63:1 into practice, “You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.” You and your family will benefit when a heart—your heart—hungers and thirsts after God.

 

God’s Conversation with Satan About You

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Have you ever matched your life to Job’s? The Bible tells us of his struggles and loss, only to be shown favor in the end.

But that’s not the complete story—it’s also a story of God’s power over Evil.

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Worship Like Job

Job1One of my goals for 2016 is to read the Bible through again. If you have tried it, you know it can be a bit daunting. In the past, so not to get lost in the chapters of Leviticus, I’d read a bit of the Old Testament, then some of the New Testament. But this year I decided to mix it up a bit. I’m reading the Bible chronologically. I started in Genesis but soon was directed to Job.

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Knock, Knock

knock knockKnock, knock.

Who’s there?

The New Year, 2016, please welcome me in.

I don’t know … what do you have for me?

Isn’t that’s what we all want to know, what is waiting for us in 2016? Will we see wonders beyond our comprehension? Will we see more beauty than we ever imagined existed? Continue reading

Are You Ready for Day Six?

(c) All rights reserved, Martin Young

(c) All rights reserved, Martin Young

I’ve had my share of struggles–everyone has them. Some struggles are big, and others are ginormous! How do you know to keep fighting or cut your losses and walk away from your struggle?

Stay focused on the issue. Comparing your pain to someone else only adds to the problem. How someone hurts is personal. For me, all I need to know is that I hurt. When I compare myself to others, I tend to felt guilty for how silly I may appear.

Pain isn’t silly. Hurt is hurt. Struggles are struggles. Focus on what needs to be done.

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