My friend does the coolest God-thing with her kids – she opens doors for God to show Himself to them. I’ve seen this happen several times in my experience, but I’m sure it’s a consistent pattern in my friend’s family. One morning I was shopping and I felt the urge to buy my friend’s daughter a pair of earrings. I brought the earrings to her little girl that afternoon; and after I presented them to her, my friend squatted down and told her, “You see! I told you God would bless you today!” My friend’s daughter was learning a new level of responsibility, and my friend encouraged her by telling ... Read the Post
A Weaving in Process
I have been a weaver for many years, and I’ve gradually learned the art of weaving, honing the skill until it became my own art and different from every other weaver. God has created each one of us as unique creations – absolutely one of a kind. We are woven by God. A weaving begins with a loom, a frame, a hoop, and some type of firm outward structure. Upon the structure the warp is strung in parallel lines with a strong yarn that holds tension, such as linen, cotton, or tightly spun wool. Woven over and under the warp is the weft (also called woof), which is usually a wool (sheep, llama, ... Read the Post
My Heart Belongs to You
On Easter Sunday, I was feeling weary about serving in the children’s ministry. I talked to God about it that morning. Then, I opened my Bible; and in my assigned reading for the day, I read the verse above Mark 9.37: “Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me" (NIV). God told me through this verse to keep doing it. So I did, but my heart wasn’t in it. I was doing it out of obedience. I went to church. I served. I went to service. It was a great message. At the end of service, I witnessed many ... Read the Post
Snatched and Saved
My son and a friend were walking around the neighborhood the other day when they saw one of the neighbor cats coming out of the woods carrying something in its mouth. “What is that?” asked my son. “It’s a squirrel!” his friend yelled, “Get the cat!” The chase was on. From what I hear, they had quite the adventure, yet they finally cornered the cat and rescued the stunned but living baby squirrel. My son’s friend is trying to nurse him back to health. God is just like that! Peter compares Satan not only to a cat, but to a lion (1 Peter 5:8). He prowls around looking for someone to devour ... Read the Post
A Mother's Influence
One morning while brushing my teeth, I looked up and saw my mother staring back at me in the mirror. I was so startled I swallowed some toothpaste. How could this be? With haste, I ran into my bedroom and the sight of what I found stopped me dead in my tracks: the full length mirror. I squinted hard and ever so gingerly I turned around. There it was...right there in front of me...well, behind me really. My mother’s butt! When I was 11 years old, I distinctly remember making a pact with myself that I would never become my mother. I vowed never to wear comfortable shoes, lose touch with the ... Read the Post
Climbing Higher
I tried rock climbing once. My senior class in college took a trip to Yosemite National Park where the rock-climbing club from our campus volunteered to give a lesson to those who were interested. It looked easy enough; it wasn’t. Swaddled in harness and ropes, I began my ascent, quickly realizing that the strength I needed would have to come from my fingers and arms--every little muscle in each would be required for the task. My legs existed for balance and support as my hands sought a sure grip for lifting myself to the next level. Halfway up the rock face, I thought I could go no ... Read the Post
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