Life at the sixth grade lunch table can be a hard place to be. To be labeled a Goody-two-shoes was a kiss of death to anyone who longed to be popular. There aren’t enough hours in the day, or days in the year to accomplish all the good that needs doing. But we live in a world desperate for good, and that can be overwhelming at times. What is the balance of doing? Soul, what are you up to?
Today, I looked straight and brave into some broken places in my life, places bent and warped by the pressure of expectations, hard words, fears, and failures. I have counted the cost and uncovered the thin places made brittle with pretending. How well I know this soul need for God Himself. This caring One who makes everything, including me and my broken pieces, holy and whole.
Teach me. Converse with me. May we share Your word together, breaking bread at the table. Write Your truth on the soft lining of my heart and the marrow of my bones, the joints where flesh and spirit meet. This is my heart and I offer it on this page. Why? Many…
The world of a child is small–the neighborhood is the size of a universe. Somehow, the world expands and the challenges facing our children change. As each year passes, adulthood calls and the future opens. Together, let’s pray them forward into tomorrow, laying a foundation of faith that their steps may be firm.
Joy comes and goes, often at the whim of our emotions. Have you noticed that? In reality, joy is a fruit of the Spirit, which is oh-so-much-more than a feeling. As a fruit of God’s Spirit–it is a showing forth of His character, His joy, in us. Kind of makes your head spin, doesn’t it?