This is Jonah; he likes dogs and guitars, but mostly he likes his Grammy’s meatloaf! Unfortunately he lives in Utah and his Grandpa and Grammy (my brother and sister-in-law) live in Ohio so Jonah doesn’t get Grammy’s meatloaf as often as he’d like.
Jonah was quite upset recently as he Face-Timed with Grammy and saw that she was making meatloaf, and he couldn’t have any. It simply didn’t make sense to this three-year-old that he couldn’t 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
“I’ve lost the Christmas spirit.”
“I don’t feel very Christmassy this year.”
“I’m just not into it.”
“Where has all the magic gone?”
“Why can’t I feel the excitement like I did when I was a child?”
How many times have you heard something like that this year? How often have you read more 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
There are three empty houses in our life right now. Well, technically, none of them are empty. We left an empty house in Illinois, but it has since been filled up by its new owners.
There is an empty house in Texas that we will begin filling up tomorrow.
And there is a house in heaven that is in the process of read more here
Marcia Furrow 