I heard you calling to me yesterday morning and when I said, “I’ll get to you later,” I knew I was lying. I lied to myself and I lied to you. When I told myself I’d meet with you later in the day I knew in my heart I wouldn’t. When I whispered to you, “Later,” I knew it wouldn’t happen. I know myself almost as well as you do.
“Come and sit with me for a few minutes,” you asked, but there was too much to continue here
“They want to do another MRI to verify the mass.”
“I’m at the hospital getting tested for uterine cancer… This is like a nightmare… Day from Hell.”
“The police showed up at the front door and asked if they could search the house.”
“I can’t take care of two people with Alzheimer’s. I will take care of my husband at home; we have to move mom into a facility.”
“I feel like my life is one BIG consequence after another!”
“In my dark lapse of judgment I texted inappropriate pictures which he promised to delete.”
“Getting a biopsy done right now on my face, please pray!”
“I know God is sovereign, but right now, I’m not convinced that He loves me.”
“Mom fell on the ice.”
“Can God stop Satan already?”
“I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“We agreed we would give up all the money and comfort in the world to just have our family safe and healthy.”
“He asked to meet me for lunch, and then he told me he was bringing another person… a lawyer.”
“If bad things happen all around us, why can’t they happen to us? Why does He choose to protect some people and not others?”
These are all portions of conversations I’ve been a part of this week. I don’t have the answers. I know continue here
Gloria in excelsis deo! We sing it every year at Christmas – Glory, in the highest to God — and our words proclaim to God the most exalted honor, adoration, praise and thanksgiving!
However, do our hearts align with our words? Do we really praise and adore God when life is hard? Do we give Him thanksgiving and the highest honor no matter our circumstances? Or do we merely sing the words. When life is good, the words reflect our praise. When we are suffering, do we truly mean what we sing?
When Alzheimer’s has robbed a loved one of understanding and mobility. Do you mean it?
When your daughter tells you she’s pregnant continue here
There was nothing unusual about her, she wasn’t much older than my own children and we exchanged smiles as Brian and I moved into the empty seats next to her. She didn’t sing during worship, but not everyone does. She shook my hand when we exchanged “Merry Christmas” greetings with our neighbors.
Then, the pastor started his sermon, “Christmas! The most wonderful time of the year… except when it isn’t” and she started to cry. Things weren’t wonderful continue here
How often does your story begin with “I used to…”? I used to play sports, I used to work, I used to go to church, I used to spend time with my family, I used to go to Bible study, I used to be married, I used to be single, I used to (fill in the blank).
Does the shadow of who you used to be sometimes cloud your vision such that you can’t quite see who you are today – or who you find more here
Marcia Furrow 