My youngest son came to me this morning, asking as he does every morning, to fasten the velcro closures on the back of his Spiderman costume (he wears this thing like it’s his job). Only this time, he looked me in the eye and asked, “Are you tired of doing this? “ What a funnyContinue reading “Spiderman, Lamentations, and the steadfast love of God”
“Christ is with us until the world’s end, let His little flock be bold therefore.” –William Tyndale, (1848) Doctrinal Treatises and Introductions to Different Portions of the Holy Scriptures, p.135.
Was I making the right decision? Why would God tell me to quit a job that I loved? What about my career path? Or finances? What would my colleagues think?
It’s mid-week, late afternoon, sitting-in-the-porch-rocker time and I’m watching birds dive-bomb for treasures in the yard. My mason jar of iced coffee went down too fast and I want another one, mostly because it was delicious, but also because it is a humid 87 degrees out (and the coffee brings sweet relief).
While reading Chamber’s “My Utmost for His Highest” over coffee this morning, the author’s words seemed to jump off the page. Remember, this book was first published in 1935, just a handful of years before WW2 broke out.
Today was hard. But “hard” (difficult/challenging/whatever word choice fits) is completely relative right now, isn’t it?
In his book, Teaching for Spiritual Growth, Dr. Perry Downs writes,
When I decided to go back to school in my 30’s, I was (blissfully) unaware of how hard it would be…how the crunch of learning how to learn again would feel a lot like getting back on the treadmill after being out of shape for years. But just like we get pumped at the start ofContinue reading “Called to Belong: A Look at Romans 1”
I’ve noticed a few comments here and there recently about how it’s really hard to have friendships in your 30’s. I feel the pain in this sentiment because yes, I’m squarely in my mid-thirties and yes, it can be hard to have friendships during this season. Between the work deadlines, the mountain of laundry pilingContinue reading “Thoughts on Friendship in Your Thirties”
Most days, I take my dog for a walk after lunch. We head down to the creek and poke around for a minute, letting our skin soak up the sunshine, our lungs breathe in the fresh air, and we always check to see if the blue heron might be visiting that day. We may goContinue reading “When God is Silent”