I enjoyed August 2017’s eclipse as did many others as we all watched the event through our NASA-approved glasses. I saw the sun’s shape slowly change to a crescent, then disappear behind a circle of black.
I read several social media posts from eclipse watchers, sharing their thoughts and feelings about how awesome God was to show us such beauty.
It was truly beautiful.
But let’s not forget that God’s beauty is also in a tiny wren’s song. Have you ever wondered how such a big song could come from such a little creature?
In life, nothing happens in a vacuum. Understand your life’s tapestry.
What is the plan for your life? Are you flowing with what surrounds you or are you swimming against the current?
Know what you’re all about. #lifeisatapestry #thrivingafteradversity
My heart aches over the recent activity in Charlottesville, Virginia. How did we get here? Where do we go next? Lori Roeleveld’s August 12th blog post gave a voice to my heart as I weep for us–all of us. And her words gave me hope as well.
Join me in praying for this country–all of us–as we sort out the chaff around us to see what the issue really is. https://loriroeleveld.com/blog/the-act-of-worship-we-must-commit-to-impact-charlottesville-and-beyond/
As Jesus looked up, he saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins. “Truly I tell you,” he said, “this poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.” Luke 21:3-4 NIV
Once in a while after an Event Planner has reviewed my resume or one-sheet, they’ll ask what qualifies me to speak with authority on the Grace of God. To some, my level of education doesn’t offer much by the way of the sought-after alphabet soup next to my name. Why would anyone ever want to listen to me? What do I have to offer? Continue reading
I met with a friend recently who was suffering from a crushed spirit. The reason? He was alone. There were few people in his life who were willing to help carry his particular heartfelt burden. My soul ached for him. When we got together to discuss his dilemma, my plan was to offer what I had: compassion and hope. To my disappointment however, he wasn’t interested in either. Instead, he commenced in telling me how his knowledge of the facts around his quandary should be enough to get him through.
Relying on knowledge was his ruin. Continue reading
How big is your God? Take a moment to pause and reflect over Stacy’s … pause and reflect. God’s worth the moment of serenity. Thanks, Stacy, for making me stop and really think about how good God has been to me.
The value of words is immeasurable. They shape our lives and determine how we see the world around us. Because of their power, we need to monitor what we hear and read—and think. Christians tap into specific words of power and comfort.
Blessed. Redeemed. Forgiven.
Because of the power in words, it’s imperative for Christ followers to be on our guard against damaging words. Satan wants to destroy the lives of Christians, often using our own words against us.
Loser. Unworthy. Ashamed.
Stop the madness! Don’t let these words find residence in your heart. We all have past experiences that helped we’d wish weren’t there, but we can control which experiences define us.
Our redemption is our greatest gift. Not only does it free us from the weight of an eternity of torment, it gives us a vehicle to help others. Continue reading
J. G. Gilbert & Robin Gilbert Luftig at Lake Lavine, MI, Summer 1958
Even though my family of origin was pretty dysfunctional, one of my favorite pastimes, when I’m feeling a bit low, is to remember stories about my dad and how he honored my feelings and held them close to his heart.
I always jumped at the chance to be with Dad in his room—the Gun Room. It was a treat to steal away with him when he went upstairs to his room. He kept guns, cameras, family photos and film equipment, and special sentimental pieces from his childhood there. I am certain he kept us out for our own protection when it came to the guns. We were all told the only time we were allowed to go in there by ourselves was if the house was on fire and we could safely get the family’s 8mm films out and save them from being destroyed. Other than that, the Gun Room was strictly off limits. Whenever I saw him in there, I would beg to join him. And he always obliged. While he worked away on whatever project he was concentrating on, I looked around his private sanctuary with marvel. I would fold my arms behind my back holding tightly on to my wrists, just to make sure I did not touch anything. I did not want to run the risk of inadvertently grabbing for something and causing harm.
Forgiveness is a powerful thing. Consider what could happen if we practice it more.
Looking through my blog I was interested to see what my very first post was. I had made a website and had wisdom to share with the world! While it may be a bit sophomoric, I’m happy to see some things don’t change. Continue reading