I’m a sister. Protective (and maybe a little bossy) describes me. I feel a kinship with Martha and Mary. Their brother Lazarus was sick, and he needed his dear friend, Jesus. The sisters sent word for Him to come. They waited. And waited. And waited. By the time Jesus arrived in Bethany to help, they had sat at the sick bed and then the death bed of their brother for several days. Talk about life…
When Simon sat down for dinner, he must have been thrilled — proud — that Jesus was his star guest. What Simon learned in real-life experience that day is — when Jesus comes to dinner, the unexpected always happens. One brave woman knew her attendance would be scandalous. She ignored the stares and murmurs. Her heart was fixed on meeting the Restorer of her brokenness. I would love for you to visit me over at…
Discombobulation. The person who began using that word years ago must have been in the middle of a home remodel. Her shampoo must have been in her bedroom and the cotton rounds to remove her eye makeup were surely in her breakfast room. She looked in her living room for that bag of clean towels and she thought, “That’s it. I’m discombobulated.” God is a God of order. How I feel when things and situations…
I was listening to a little Elvis Radio yesterday. Not very spiritual, I know. Although, he can belt out How Great Thou Art. He was singing the old Marty Robbins’ song, You Gave Me a Mountain, But this time {Lord} you gave me a mountain A mountain I may never climb It isn’t a hill any longer You gave me a mountain this time As I listened, I thought about some mountains that I have had…
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