What fine, fun gifts did you receive this Christmas? I hope the real GIFT did not pass you by. Though the day of celebration has come and gone, the time to receive salvation has not. You can be forgiven of your sins at any time just by accepting Jesus Christ as your savior. He is the gift that keeps giving.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
precious life and love
Life is a whirlwind. We get caught up in our moments and time passes in a blink. Don't take those moments for granted.
In my weeks of blogosphere silence, I've come to know that two marriages have folded, a life has dangled dangerously close to the edge, one has actually fallen over it, and two other lives flirted along the guardrail.
During this season of reflection and appreciation, life tends to mean more than any other time of the year. This is when families draw close and love is shared until cups overflow. Christmas is when some of the most precious memories are made, and I say to you tonight that this Christmas will be an unforgettable one to those lives mentioned above.
For the family that is broken, this will be a Christmas where a mother's strength must rise above her heartache for the sake of her sons. For the wife who watched her husband walk away, this will be a Christmas to surround herself with family, friends, and those who can bring her just enough joy to get through it.
Just as much strength is required for the family watching their son fight cancer, the car accident victims who are nursing battered bodies, and the father with two small boys who will share their first Christmas without a wife and mother.
It is absolutely not acceptable that we take life for granted. In a flash our friends, mothers, fathers, and children can be taken away from this earth. Everything we "know" can be taken away. A world upside down. Reality inside out. Shaken and stirred.
My prayer for every set of eyes reading this is that you will embrace your loved ones, say "I love you" and thank the Almighty Giver of Life for every breath He gives you.
I can't pretend to know what heartbreak each of these on my heart is experiencing, so it's easy for me to tell them that God is near the brokenhearted (Psalm 34:18), that He will never leave or forsake them (Hebrews 13:5), and that He only wants to give them hope (Jeremiah 29:11). Yet, that is what I have to share and know to say. It is what I know. I know these things to be true. Please, cling to them. Recite them. Tuck them away into your heart and know them, too. He is the only remedy for brokenness.
Much Love and Many Prayers,
In my weeks of blogosphere silence, I've come to know that two marriages have folded, a life has dangled dangerously close to the edge, one has actually fallen over it, and two other lives flirted along the guardrail.
During this season of reflection and appreciation, life tends to mean more than any other time of the year. This is when families draw close and love is shared until cups overflow. Christmas is when some of the most precious memories are made, and I say to you tonight that this Christmas will be an unforgettable one to those lives mentioned above.
For the family that is broken, this will be a Christmas where a mother's strength must rise above her heartache for the sake of her sons. For the wife who watched her husband walk away, this will be a Christmas to surround herself with family, friends, and those who can bring her just enough joy to get through it.
Just as much strength is required for the family watching their son fight cancer, the car accident victims who are nursing battered bodies, and the father with two small boys who will share their first Christmas without a wife and mother.
It is absolutely not acceptable that we take life for granted. In a flash our friends, mothers, fathers, and children can be taken away from this earth. Everything we "know" can be taken away. A world upside down. Reality inside out. Shaken and stirred.
My prayer for every set of eyes reading this is that you will embrace your loved ones, say "I love you" and thank the Almighty Giver of Life for every breath He gives you.
I can't pretend to know what heartbreak each of these on my heart is experiencing, so it's easy for me to tell them that God is near the brokenhearted (Psalm 34:18), that He will never leave or forsake them (Hebrews 13:5), and that He only wants to give them hope (Jeremiah 29:11). Yet, that is what I have to share and know to say. It is what I know. I know these things to be true. Please, cling to them. Recite them. Tuck them away into your heart and know them, too. He is the only remedy for brokenness.
Much Love and Many Prayers,
Monday, November 15, 2010
a 'come to Jesus' meeting
Sometimes one never knows what sparks strange thoughts or epiphanies, but while driving this evening I pondered, do people even understand what they're saying when they declare they're about to have a "come to Jesus meeting" with someone?
The first entry for the phrase "come to Jesus" in the Urban Dictionary puts it like this ...
"Getting called on the carpet, dressed down, or otherwise chewed out in a severe manner. Usually used in conjunction with "meetin'" (meeting). He was late one too many times, so the old man dragged him in the office for a "come to jesus meetin'"."
(In doing this research, I found that you can order "Come to Jesus" stickers. Hmm ...)
I've heard this phrase used plenty of times in my country girl upbringing, and I've no doubt used it a time or two myself, but since I actually HAVE come to Jesus, I'm thinking folks really should think about what they're saying (novel idea, I know).
So next time you're thinking about chewing someone out or calling them on the carpet, or (heaven forbid) just reprimanding them, choose the phrase wisely. If you really want to have a come to Jesus meeting, come with the Bible in hand and have that salvation prayer ready to roll off your tongue.
"Getting called on the carpet, dressed down, or otherwise chewed out in a severe manner. Usually used in conjunction with "meetin'" (meeting). He was late one too many times, so the old man dragged him in the office for a "come to jesus meetin'"."
(In doing this research, I found that you can order "Come to Jesus" stickers. Hmm ...)
I've heard this phrase used plenty of times in my country girl upbringing, and I've no doubt used it a time or two myself, but since I actually HAVE come to Jesus, I'm thinking folks really should think about what they're saying (novel idea, I know).
So next time you're thinking about chewing someone out or calling them on the carpet, or (heaven forbid) just reprimanding them, choose the phrase wisely. If you really want to have a come to Jesus meeting, come with the Bible in hand and have that salvation prayer ready to roll off your tongue.
Friday, November 12, 2010
plucked and illuminated
I sit before this screen and don't exactly have a plan of what to type.
Ann Voskamp's Life in the Upside Down Kingdom has my mind racing. Her plea for fellow bloggers to "Please. Keep. Writing." keeps running through my mind. What's more, her analogy of Koester's "Moulting Ducks" to mother's nesting their children is haunting me.
I, too, fail to pluck the best of myself for my family and instead gather up the fallen pieces of what's left of me to make their home. It's not fair to them. I encourage you to read her entry, especially if you're a mama.
Back to the upside down kingdom ...
It's encouraging to read that one so accomplished as Ann does not track her web traffic, receive comments on her blog, or give any mind to what the world's view of "success in blogging" is. She injects, "Your calling isn’t to be a blogger. Your calling isn’t to be a business owner. Your calling isn’t to be a success. Your vocation is always and only this: to be a servant of God."
Am I being a servant of God?
During lunch I read through The Radical Question: What Is Jesus Worth to You?
by David Platt. It's a quick little diddy pulled from his book, Radical: Taking Back Your Faith from the American Dream
, which I have yet to read. The quick one - What is Jesus Worth to You - shook me up.
Platt calls for us to give great consideration to Jesus' actual words, his calls for real action, like the conversation found in Matthew, chapter 8:
"Then a teacher of the law came to him and said, 'Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go.' Jesus replied, 'Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.' Another disciple said to him, 'Lord, first let me go and bury my father.' But Jesus told him, 'Follow me, and let the dead bury their own dead.'” (Matt. 8:19-22)
Asking a man to not bury his father but leave it for someone else to do is not nearly as bold (in my mind) as the man actually doing it. Jesus asks more than that - for a man to sell every possession and give the proceeds to the poor (which the man determines is too high a cost). I'd like to think I know some souls willing to do that, but I'm just not so sure. Could I even be that faithful? Am I really being a servant to God?
I'm reminded of another section from Matthew ...
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." (Matt. 6:19-20)
and
“No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money." (Matt. 6:24)
It must be God's desire to hear us pray a prayer like this ...
“Two things I ask of you, LORD; do not refuse me before I die: Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, ‘Who is the LORD?’ Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God." (Proverbs 30:7-9)
At the conclusion of this day, I'm left with feelings of inadequacy for being a servant of God. Perhaps these passages are where nuns and monks have gotten it right. Without a family to raise, it's easy enough to sell everything and leave everyone to follow Jesus. However, as it was recently pointed out to me by Ms. Beth Moore, every person in this generation has the responsibility to raise up the next to know Jesus Christ, whether its through their own child or another.
For tonight, I tread lightly the thin line between normal living and radical living. We're striving for simplicity in the Higgins household. Cutting back the frills and donating a lot of things to Goodwill lightens our heart for Jesus and blesses others in need. Faithfully tithing and serving are cornerstones of our life. Will we walk away from life as we know it to become a missionary family? God has a calling for each of us and He reveals only a few steps of our path at a time. In short, who knows? Only the All Knowing knows.
Ever praying for illumination and striving hard to pluck the best from my breast,
Ann Voskamp's Life in the Upside Down Kingdom has my mind racing. Her plea for fellow bloggers to "Please. Keep. Writing." keeps running through my mind. What's more, her analogy of Koester's "Moulting Ducks" to mother's nesting their children is haunting me.
I, too, fail to pluck the best of myself for my family and instead gather up the fallen pieces of what's left of me to make their home. It's not fair to them. I encourage you to read her entry, especially if you're a mama.
Back to the upside down kingdom ...
It's encouraging to read that one so accomplished as Ann does not track her web traffic, receive comments on her blog, or give any mind to what the world's view of "success in blogging" is. She injects, "Your calling isn’t to be a blogger. Your calling isn’t to be a business owner. Your calling isn’t to be a success. Your vocation is always and only this: to be a servant of God."
Am I being a servant of God?
During lunch I read through The Radical Question: What Is Jesus Worth to You?
by David Platt. It's a quick little diddy pulled from his book, Radical: Taking Back Your Faith from the American Dream, which I have yet to read. The quick one - What is Jesus Worth to You - shook me up.Platt calls for us to give great consideration to Jesus' actual words, his calls for real action, like the conversation found in Matthew, chapter 8:
"Then a teacher of the law came to him and said, 'Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go.' Jesus replied, 'Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.' Another disciple said to him, 'Lord, first let me go and bury my father.' But Jesus told him, 'Follow me, and let the dead bury their own dead.'” (Matt. 8:19-22)
Asking a man to not bury his father but leave it for someone else to do is not nearly as bold (in my mind) as the man actually doing it. Jesus asks more than that - for a man to sell every possession and give the proceeds to the poor (which the man determines is too high a cost). I'd like to think I know some souls willing to do that, but I'm just not so sure. Could I even be that faithful? Am I really being a servant to God?
I'm reminded of another section from Matthew ...
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." (Matt. 6:19-20)
and
“No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money." (Matt. 6:24)
It must be God's desire to hear us pray a prayer like this ...
“Two things I ask of you, LORD; do not refuse me before I die: Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, ‘Who is the LORD?’ Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God." (Proverbs 30:7-9)
At the conclusion of this day, I'm left with feelings of inadequacy for being a servant of God. Perhaps these passages are where nuns and monks have gotten it right. Without a family to raise, it's easy enough to sell everything and leave everyone to follow Jesus. However, as it was recently pointed out to me by Ms. Beth Moore, every person in this generation has the responsibility to raise up the next to know Jesus Christ, whether its through their own child or another.
For tonight, I tread lightly the thin line between normal living and radical living. We're striving for simplicity in the Higgins household. Cutting back the frills and donating a lot of things to Goodwill lightens our heart for Jesus and blesses others in need. Faithfully tithing and serving are cornerstones of our life. Will we walk away from life as we know it to become a missionary family? God has a calling for each of us and He reveals only a few steps of our path at a time. In short, who knows? Only the All Knowing knows.
Ever praying for illumination and striving hard to pluck the best from my breast,
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
let the 'bah humbug' begin
Does the stress of the Christmas season weigh heavily on you? It does on me. That and the shorter days and cold weather. I'm a sunshine girl and so blah winter doesn't suit me well.
It's barely November and I'm already trying to keep "the holidays" at arms length. Don't get me wrong, I adore shopping for everyone and even decorating. I'm a giver if there ever was one. I love the smells of Christmas and of course the feasting of Thanksgiving (can ya tell?), but for whatever reason, the stress of family pulls me down before I can even get going.
Living away from our families is a disadvantage during this season. Because no one sees us on a regular basis, they all want more of us in these next 52 days. Tough business there. This is where my selfishness shines brightest, I'm ashamed to say. For the same reasons they want to see us, I don't want to be seen: my kids are little once and I want these holiday moments alone with them while I can. Yep, shame on me. I know. One day it will haunt me and I'll be the furious grandmother.
So how do you handle this stress? Do you even feel stressed at this time of year? Sound off! I wanna hear it!
Click here for information on Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), a common form of depression that heightens in the winter months.
Living away from our families is a disadvantage during this season. Because no one sees us on a regular basis, they all want more of us in these next 52 days. Tough business there. This is where my selfishness shines brightest, I'm ashamed to say. For the same reasons they want to see us, I don't want to be seen: my kids are little once and I want these holiday moments alone with them while I can. Yep, shame on me. I know. One day it will haunt me and I'll be the furious grandmother.
So how do you handle this stress? Do you even feel stressed at this time of year? Sound off! I wanna hear it!
Click here for information on Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), a common form of depression that heightens in the winter months.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
i have a dilemma
This is what stepping out in faith is all about ...
Ever want to do something for others but just don't have all the logistics planned out and every need accounted for? I'm there.
So what's the problem? Filling these shoe boxes takes a little bit of money. In each one can be toys, candy, clothes, personal hygiene items, etc. (I am notorious for going overboard.) In addition, each box has a suggested donation of $7 to cover shipping costs. If families are already packaging a couple of boxes with fun goodies for kids ages 2-14, should we then ask them to donate $14 to ship those two boxes? Right now, with money kind of tight, I'm hesitant.
Online raffles are illegal, or else I had a great plan to offer up one of my prized Longaberger baskets or pottery pieces. So what else can I do? Suggestions are invited and welcome through the comment link. If you'd rather keep your correspondence private, email me at jccjhiggins@gmail.com.
Praying for OCC,
Monday, October 25, 2010
comfort
Stressed and in need of "me" time? I am. But today, this one day of the week, I am able to slip away for an hour and do whatever I want to do.
My daughter's perfecting her plié, my son is in his father's care, and I am perched alongside a window at Barnes & Noble taking advantage of free wi-fi, a less-than-$2 cup of coffee, and uninterrupted me time.
Women (moms, especially) are caretakers. We make sure everyone has clean clothes, hot meals, the best of what's offered. We take the leftovers. The meal that needs to be microwaved to warm it again, almost-warm showers, the last moments of the day.
It's not a complaint, it's a real observation. We give much and honestly, ask little in return. That depends on who you talk to, of course. Children hear us asking for a great deal more than they're willing to give. Husbands, too, for that matter.
At any rate, I'm taking this moment to regroup and give myself a mental break. No little one to chase, no big one to correct and quiet, and no big-big one to complain to. Just me, the laptop, a cup of coffee, and Jesus.
You can turn to him, too, and he will give you rest.
Women (moms, especially) are caretakers. We make sure everyone has clean clothes, hot meals, the best of what's offered. We take the leftovers. The meal that needs to be microwaved to warm it again, almost-warm showers, the last moments of the day.
It's not a complaint, it's a real observation. We give much and honestly, ask little in return. That depends on who you talk to, of course. Children hear us asking for a great deal more than they're willing to give. Husbands, too, for that matter.
At any rate, I'm taking this moment to regroup and give myself a mental break. No little one to chase, no big one to correct and quiet, and no big-big one to complain to. Just me, the laptop, a cup of coffee, and Jesus.
You can turn to him, too, and he will give you rest.
"My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest." - Exodus 33:14
conversations with caitlin
Conversations with Caitlin come easiest in the morning. Our drive isn't long enough because I know we could go so much deeper and there's lots more we need to talk about.
This morning, as Caitlin's reading over her God Time devotional, she informs me that she asked her music teacher if the school would be having a Christmas program. Of course, his answer is no, since the school doesn't celebrate Christmas. They'll be having a winter program instead.
This is Caitlin's first year in public school; she attended Christian schools pre-K through second grade. Not celebrating Christmas is unfathomable to her.
I didn't even have time to ask her how she felt about her music teacher's answer before she blurted out, "you know what I'm doing for my birthday? I'm having a gospel Christian birthday with Christian face painting, Jesus fish rings, and gospel Christian music!"
My child is retaliating against her school for not celebrating Christmas. Boo-yah! Too bad we can't afford to invite her entire class and use it as a day of ministry.
I don't know where the "gospel music" mandate came from, because we're not old-school Christians (not knocking those who are, of course); we listen to contemporary Christian music. I think she's thinking of THE Gospels.
Anywho, she went on to say that she would be drawing the face painting options for me to choose from. When I asked her why kids can't just tell me what they want on their face, she said, "because it has to be Christian."
The girl's got her mama's hard-headed leadership skills. When the mind is made up, it's pretty well made up.
I can't help but recognize that kids absorb everything. You never know what sticks with them. I think the genesis of her furor came from a few places:
1) I insist on non-scary pumpkin carving (scary pumpkins nearly scare the pants off Jackson, her little brother). Together, she and I printed out Christian pumpkin carving patterns from http://www.pumpkinglow.com/Patterns4.htm.
2) After our discussion about Santa, the real Christmas is on her mind.
3) She's never heard of a "winter" program. What's THAT supposed to mean to a seven year old?
4) She's used to taking her Bible with her wherever she wants. School is not cool with Bibles. And P.S., she told me this morning that she'd like to take her small New Testament with her anyway, thank you very much.
KATY, BAR THE DOOR!
So what's a mom to do with this?
Smile.
Praise God for His work in this child and pray that He continues to shine through her.
Do what she asks, with respect to her birthday party.
I guess it's on to Oriental Trading for me,
This morning, as Caitlin's reading over her God Time devotional, she informs me that she asked her music teacher if the school would be having a Christmas program. Of course, his answer is no, since the school doesn't celebrate Christmas. They'll be having a winter program instead.
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| My carefree girl. A true lover of Jesus. |
I didn't even have time to ask her how she felt about her music teacher's answer before she blurted out, "you know what I'm doing for my birthday? I'm having a gospel Christian birthday with Christian face painting, Jesus fish rings, and gospel Christian music!"
My child is retaliating against her school for not celebrating Christmas. Boo-yah! Too bad we can't afford to invite her entire class and use it as a day of ministry.
I don't know where the "gospel music" mandate came from, because we're not old-school Christians (not knocking those who are, of course); we listen to contemporary Christian music. I think she's thinking of THE Gospels.
Anywho, she went on to say that she would be drawing the face painting options for me to choose from. When I asked her why kids can't just tell me what they want on their face, she said, "because it has to be Christian."
The girl's got her mama's hard-headed leadership skills. When the mind is made up, it's pretty well made up.
I can't help but recognize that kids absorb everything. You never know what sticks with them. I think the genesis of her furor came from a few places:
1) I insist on non-scary pumpkin carving (scary pumpkins nearly scare the pants off Jackson, her little brother). Together, she and I printed out Christian pumpkin carving patterns from http://www.pumpkinglow.com/Patterns4.htm.
2) After our discussion about Santa, the real Christmas is on her mind.
3) She's never heard of a "winter" program. What's THAT supposed to mean to a seven year old?
4) She's used to taking her Bible with her wherever she wants. School is not cool with Bibles. And P.S., she told me this morning that she'd like to take her small New Testament with her anyway, thank you very much.
KATY, BAR THE DOOR!
So what's a mom to do with this?
Smile.
Praise God for His work in this child and pray that He continues to shine through her.
Do what she asks, with respect to her birthday party.
I guess it's on to Oriental Trading for me,
"But whoever disowns me before men, I will disown him before my Father in heaven." - Matthew 10:33
Thursday, October 21, 2010
no room for santa
Has your child asked you the Santa question? My oldest asked it of me this morning in the car. I wasn't sure how to proceed at first, so I just turned the tables on her instead.
"What is Christmas all about?"
"Jesus," she replied.
"So if Christmas is about Jesus, how does Santa fit in?"
"He doesn't. Santa's not real? I've been thinking he wasn't real since I was seven."
(She IS seven.)
"No, honey, Santa's not real."
"You and Daddy don't like to get up early, so I thought that's why Santa might be real."
(She means, when on earth would her sleepy parents possibly get up to put gifts under the tree?)
(Long Pause)
"You and Daddy and Nana and PopPop and Grammie and Pappie will still give me presents because you love me. Wait, did you and Daddy give me my pink bike?"
I'd say she's on to a thing or two, wouldn't you? She knows that JESUS is the reason for the season, and she knows that love sometimes equals gifts. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?
"What is Christmas all about?"
"Jesus," she replied.
"So if Christmas is about Jesus, how does Santa fit in?"
"He doesn't. Santa's not real? I've been thinking he wasn't real since I was seven."
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| Christmas 2009 |
(She IS seven.)
"No, honey, Santa's not real."
"You and Daddy don't like to get up early, so I thought that's why Santa might be real."
(She means, when on earth would her sleepy parents possibly get up to put gifts under the tree?)
(Long Pause)
"You and Daddy and Nana and PopPop and Grammie and Pappie will still give me presents because you love me. Wait, did you and Daddy give me my pink bike?"
I'd say she's on to a thing or two, wouldn't you? She knows that JESUS is the reason for the season, and she knows that love sometimes equals gifts. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?
Monday, October 11, 2010
hold on, my heart
Have you thought about the changes you've made in your life and said to yourself, "I'm doing good!" only to have a moment that brings back a flash of your old self? I had a moment like that yesterday.
Something, no, someone that I desperately want to be was bestowed upon another. Sharon is a great writer, no doubt, and extremely charismatic. She's a fine example of what a Christian woman should be. My surge of jealousy was personal and had nothing to do with her; it could have been anyone that the Lord chose to anoint. The issue is that it wasn't me.
Furious with myself, I let my husband know that I needed prayer - on the double - to still my jealous heart and wipe it clean. His words were so perfect that I felt as though it were Jesus texting me rather than James. "Your time will come as long as you are not ignoring what you're called to do," I read. Does God speak or what?
So to Sharon, if you're reading, I wholeheartedly congratulate you! You have what it takes to do what has been declared, and I hope to be following along behind you shortly. I have a gigantic hug for you when next we meet. And no, I'm not jealous anymore. :)
Resting at the feet of Jesus,
Something, no, someone that I desperately want to be was bestowed upon another. Sharon is a great writer, no doubt, and extremely charismatic. She's a fine example of what a Christian woman should be. My surge of jealousy was personal and had nothing to do with her; it could have been anyone that the Lord chose to anoint. The issue is that it wasn't me.
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| The Anointing by Stephen St. Claire |
So to Sharon, if you're reading, I wholeheartedly congratulate you! You have what it takes to do what has been declared, and I hope to be following along behind you shortly. I have a gigantic hug for you when next we meet. And no, I'm not jealous anymore. :)
Resting at the feet of Jesus,
Thursday, September 23, 2010
heart on your sleeve
I read a friends' Facebook quote of another friend today ... "How I behave reflects what I believe. That's true everywhere; in church, in traffic, at work, and at home." - J. Kochheiser quoting J. Varner.
Over the past 26 hours, any time I can, I've held a new book that challenges me to have audacious faith in God. Pastor Steven Furtick's Sun Stand Still: What Happens When You Dare to Ask God for the Impossible
is a call for Christians to realize that God can do the impossible if we have wild enough faith to believe that he can, and we have the willingness to pray Sun Stand Still prayers. (Read the book for a definition of a Sun Stand Still prayer. Better yet, look up the book of Joshua in your Bible and see how he audaciously asked God to make the sun stand still.)
Considering the amazing God we serve - the God who created the heavens, every star in the sky, every creature of the earth, and us, his masterpiece creation - how can we not have a radical faith in him? He knows all, can do all, sees all ... We must get over ourselves and the urge to plan the life that we believe is ahead of us. Or, go ahead and make your plans, but always keep this fact in the back of your mind: TOMORROW IS NOT GUARANTEED.
I'm not suggesting that you live for today and for yourself. I am suggesting that you live for today with the purpose of doing good for others. Make your life count for something. Why be a mediocre Christian? You are a child of God! He will give you every provision required to do his work. Know that if you fall, he will catch you. If he doesn't, then your fall is part of something bigger. I'm okay with that and I have a story of my own to tell one day. We exist to serve him and we should all be so proud, so humbled to do and give for the one who repeatedly does for and gives to us.
Yes, it is true that our actions speak louder than our words and that how we behave reflects what's really in our hearts. As my husband likes to remind me, "we're not all in the same place in our walk with God." So true, and it's evident in our behavior and the faith (or lack thereof) that we demonstrate on a daily basis.
Right now, it's impressed upon my heart that I invite you to leave a comment for prayer. It will be my honor to pray over you, whether it's something specific or you just want to say hi. Someone somewhere needs these words and needs the extra lift and encouragement. What an honor to love you with a prayer to our almighty God on your behalf.
Loving you because HE first loved me,
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| Joshua commanding the sun to stand still. John Martin, 1816 |
is a call for Christians to realize that God can do the impossible if we have wild enough faith to believe that he can, and we have the willingness to pray Sun Stand Still prayers. (Read the book for a definition of a Sun Stand Still prayer. Better yet, look up the book of Joshua in your Bible and see how he audaciously asked God to make the sun stand still.)Considering the amazing God we serve - the God who created the heavens, every star in the sky, every creature of the earth, and us, his masterpiece creation - how can we not have a radical faith in him? He knows all, can do all, sees all ... We must get over ourselves and the urge to plan the life that we believe is ahead of us. Or, go ahead and make your plans, but always keep this fact in the back of your mind: TOMORROW IS NOT GUARANTEED.
I'm not suggesting that you live for today and for yourself. I am suggesting that you live for today with the purpose of doing good for others. Make your life count for something. Why be a mediocre Christian? You are a child of God! He will give you every provision required to do his work. Know that if you fall, he will catch you. If he doesn't, then your fall is part of something bigger. I'm okay with that and I have a story of my own to tell one day. We exist to serve him and we should all be so proud, so humbled to do and give for the one who repeatedly does for and gives to us.
Yes, it is true that our actions speak louder than our words and that how we behave reflects what's really in our hearts. As my husband likes to remind me, "we're not all in the same place in our walk with God." So true, and it's evident in our behavior and the faith (or lack thereof) that we demonstrate on a daily basis.
Right now, it's impressed upon my heart that I invite you to leave a comment for prayer. It will be my honor to pray over you, whether it's something specific or you just want to say hi. Someone somewhere needs these words and needs the extra lift and encouragement. What an honor to love you with a prayer to our almighty God on your behalf.
Loving you because HE first loved me,
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
audacious faith
My pre-order copy of Sun Stand Still: What Happens When You Dare to Ask God for the Impossible was backordered. Today is the release day. So after running an errand this morning, I checked out Family Christian Bookstore. Yep, they have 10. In a box. Somewhere in the back. Don't know when it'll be unpacked.
Okay.
How about Barnes & Noble? Sure, they have ONE copy. It's around here somewhere. Look high, look low. Look in the Christian Inspiration section. Look in the New Non-Fiction section. Look in the other Christian sections, just to be sure it wasn't misplaced. Not to be found. Hold on, let's call another B&N. Nope, they have three copies but haven't found them yet either.
How can my search for this book not pan out? Why is it so unattainable?
I gave in, came home, and logged in to Amazon to order with two-day shipping. It'll be here Thursday, but I really, really wanted it today.
To tide me over and prep my soul, I'm listening to author and Pastor Steven Furtick preach for 24 hours. God must have something for me to hear before I can start the book.
Are you reading it? You should. Let's find out together what audacious faith looks like, and then let's stretch ourselves into fostering audacious faith. Let's see what God can do when we dare to ask the impossible. Join me.
was backordered. Today is the release day. So after running an errand this morning, I checked out Family Christian Bookstore. Yep, they have 10. In a box. Somewhere in the back. Don't know when it'll be unpacked. Okay.How about Barnes & Noble? Sure, they have ONE copy. It's around here somewhere. Look high, look low. Look in the Christian Inspiration section. Look in the New Non-Fiction section. Look in the other Christian sections, just to be sure it wasn't misplaced. Not to be found. Hold on, let's call another B&N. Nope, they have three copies but haven't found them yet either.
How can my search for this book not pan out? Why is it so unattainable?
I gave in, came home, and logged in to Amazon
to order with two-day shipping. It'll be here Thursday, but I really, really wanted it today.To tide me over and prep my soul, I'm listening to author and Pastor Steven Furtick preach for 24 hours. God must have something for me to hear before I can start the book.
Are you reading it? You should. Let's find out together what audacious faith looks like, and then let's stretch ourselves into fostering audacious faith. Let's see what God can do when we dare to ask the impossible. Join me
.Wednesday, September 15, 2010
daniel's smile
Today we "adopted" a child. Daniel is 3 - not quite three months older than my Jackson - and from Ecuador. His smile is infectious and I am anxious to receive our packet all about him.
Daniel is a Compassion child and there are many more children just like him who are in need. While he does have the support of his mother and grandmother, Daniel does not have a father figure at home, and the earnings in Ecuador are meager.
You may be asking yourself why we chose to sponsor a child when our pennies are already being pinched. The answer is simple. Our life as Christians is about doing for others, especially the less fortunate. Who better to receive the blessings of healthcare, education, food and clothing than a child?
Being a sponsor is easy and you can choose your own child. Search by gender, age, country, and even birthdate to pick a child in need. The cost is $38/month. That's several days' worth of venti fresh-brewed Starbucks. I think giving up your coffee in exchange for a better life for a child is do-able.
For a real glimpse of Compassion children, read Ann Voskamp's blog about her recent trip to Guatemala where she was able to visit the child she sponsors. This was all it took for me.
Loving children for Jesus,
Daniel is a Compassion child and there are many more children just like him who are in need. While he does have the support of his mother and grandmother, Daniel does not have a father figure at home, and the earnings in Ecuador are meager.
You may be asking yourself why we chose to sponsor a child when our pennies are already being pinched. The answer is simple. Our life as Christians is about doing for others, especially the less fortunate. Who better to receive the blessings of healthcare, education, food and clothing than a child?
Being a sponsor is easy and you can choose your own child. Search by gender, age, country, and even birthdate to pick a child in need. The cost is $38/month. That's several days' worth of venti fresh-brewed Starbucks. I think giving up your coffee in exchange for a better life for a child is do-able.
For a real glimpse of Compassion children, read Ann Voskamp's blog about her recent trip to Guatemala where she was able to visit the child she sponsors. This was all it took for me.
Loving children for Jesus,
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
loving the least
Do you saunter down the street with your designer purse, criss-crossing to avoid the homeless (or those who look like they might be)? Shamefully, I'll admit that I have.
While I do still tote a designer purse from time to time, I no longer go out of my way to avoid anyone. My biggest fear? That someone will actually ask me if I can spare a dollar and I realize that I don't have one to give since I rarely carry cash.
It's become real to me that Jesus was among the least. Having the awesome following that he did, he could have been a real rock star. But he wasn't. He could've lived with kings and been showered with riches. But he didn't. Jesus lived with the poor, healed the lepers that others avoided, brought a four-days' dead Lazarus back to life, and made his life among those who had the least.
What an amazing life.
Here we are trying to get ahead. Aiming for the stars. Padding our pockets and pampering our babies. The good ol' American Dream. We suck.
I've started downsizing in the past months. We'd been doing that all along, but we're really serious about it now. What do we need and what can we live without? What are the things that we'd like to have and what can we actually afford? Is there something that our money can be put toward instead of the next size of oversized TVs?
In preparation of a coming revival at our church, I'm fasting one meal a day. Also during this time, I'll fast from my nighttime addiction ... my daughter's Nintendo DS. Won't you join me in giving up at least one thing for the next 10 days? Let's take our morning coffee money and add it to the offering plate this Sunday as an extra missions offering. Give up something you love to show your love.
While I do still tote a designer purse from time to time, I no longer go out of my way to avoid anyone. My biggest fear? That someone will actually ask me if I can spare a dollar and I realize that I don't have one to give since I rarely carry cash.
It's become real to me that Jesus was among the least. Having the awesome following that he did, he could have been a real rock star. But he wasn't. He could've lived with kings and been showered with riches. But he didn't. Jesus lived with the poor, healed the lepers that others avoided, brought a four-days' dead Lazarus back to life, and made his life among those who had the least.
What an amazing life.
Here we are trying to get ahead. Aiming for the stars. Padding our pockets and pampering our babies. The good ol' American Dream. We suck.
I've started downsizing in the past months. We'd been doing that all along, but we're really serious about it now. What do we need and what can we live without? What are the things that we'd like to have and what can we actually afford? Is there something that our money can be put toward instead of the next size of oversized TVs?
In preparation of a coming revival at our church, I'm fasting one meal a day. Also during this time, I'll fast from my nighttime addiction ... my daughter's Nintendo DS. Won't you join me in giving up at least one thing for the next 10 days? Let's take our morning coffee money and add it to the offering plate this Sunday as an extra missions offering. Give up something you love to show your love.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
pondering tonight ...
What must it feel like to hold the hand of God while holding hers? Is there strife? Torn emotion for which to cling tighter to?
What must it feel like to see heaven's awesome rays while a living angel stands next to you? Do you fight for heaven on earth or the true paradise that awaits?
What must if feel like to hear harps playing your entrance song while others sing your praises in life? Which chords are you more drawn to?
What must it feel like to know you completed the race in more ways than one? Do you wish you would have stopped mid-way or are you rejoicing for the beauty you saw en route?
What must it feel like to grasp your true love knowing he's headed to the angelic life we all long for? Do you feel selfish and beg him to stay or are you thankful for the time you had and bid him farewell?
What must it feel like to wrap yourself in his shirt, breathing in his scent? Are you afraid the fragrance will be lost and breathe it in that much harder or do you preserve it forevermore?
What must it feel like to touch his pillow, his wallet with you in it, his favorite pen? Will your house become a museum dedicated to his legacy or will you box it away to help the hurt?
What must it feel like to read his name, forever archived with that fateful day? Will September 5th be blacked off your calendar for years to come or is it a day of celebration for a life well lived?
These things I ponder and pray I don't find the answers to for a very long time. Rest ever peacefully, Sean. Cling tight to God and those who love you, Jen. Praying for you and for those of us seeking understanding. May God bring about a peace and heal the open wound we're left with.
What must it feel like to see heaven's awesome rays while a living angel stands next to you? Do you fight for heaven on earth or the true paradise that awaits?
What must if feel like to hear harps playing your entrance song while others sing your praises in life? Which chords are you more drawn to?
What must it feel like to know you completed the race in more ways than one? Do you wish you would have stopped mid-way or are you rejoicing for the beauty you saw en route?
What must it feel like to grasp your true love knowing he's headed to the angelic life we all long for? Do you feel selfish and beg him to stay or are you thankful for the time you had and bid him farewell?
What must it feel like to wrap yourself in his shirt, breathing in his scent? Are you afraid the fragrance will be lost and breathe it in that much harder or do you preserve it forevermore?
What must it feel like to touch his pillow, his wallet with you in it, his favorite pen? Will your house become a museum dedicated to his legacy or will you box it away to help the hurt?
What must it feel like to read his name, forever archived with that fateful day? Will September 5th be blacked off your calendar for years to come or is it a day of celebration for a life well lived?
These things I ponder and pray I don't find the answers to for a very long time. Rest ever peacefully, Sean. Cling tight to God and those who love you, Jen. Praying for you and for those of us seeking understanding. May God bring about a peace and heal the open wound we're left with.
Monday, August 30, 2010
thank God for unseen blessings
Garth Brooks once sang, "God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers," but I believe God's greatest gifts are unseen blessings.
Every day I say a deliberate prayer of thanksgiving for our health, our jobs, the roof over our head, and my car that continues to hold out. However, God blesses us every minute.
Some days when I'm running late because I've been held up in traffic or made a wrong turn, I become frustrated and, more often than not, end up speeding to make up for lost time. Do you know what brings back my calm and slows me down? Coming upon an accident or a car pulled over by a policeman just moments before I arrive. Then I think, "that could have been me." I think these are little light bulb moments to slow us down in life and actually say a little prayer of thanks to God. I mean, even people who aren't very spiritual say, "thank God" out loud when they've been saved from something dreadful.
I've just finished reading Proverbs chapter 2 and wanted to share a special tidbit with you about unseen blessings.
We are each blessed every day with a God who knows us and longs to be known by us. He is the granter of knowledge, protector of those who speak from the heart, watch guard over those who live with integrity, and devoted to those who are devoted to Him. Lest we forget, God is our Creator. Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. Thank you, God, for all the ways you bestow your blessings on us, even the ones that go un-thanked and especially those that we don't always see.
I have a few special prayer shout-outs tonight.
One last thing, please take a minute to read this blog post, "Detours to the Destination" by Pastor Steven Furtick of Elevation Church in Charlotte, NC. It's relevant to the topic.
Photo by Casey L. Higgins
Every day I say a deliberate prayer of thanksgiving for our health, our jobs, the roof over our head, and my car that continues to hold out. However, God blesses us every minute.
I've just finished reading Proverbs chapter 2 and wanted to share a special tidbit with you about unseen blessings.
"God gives out Wisdom for free, is plainspoken in Knowledge and Understanding. He's a rich mine of Common Sense for those who live well, a personal bodyguard to the candid and sincere. He keeps his eye on all who live honestly, and pays special attention to his loyally committed ones." - Proverbs 2:6-8 (The Message)
We are each blessed every day with a God who knows us and longs to be known by us. He is the granter of knowledge, protector of those who speak from the heart, watch guard over those who live with integrity, and devoted to those who are devoted to Him. Lest we forget, God is our Creator. Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. Thank you, God, for all the ways you bestow your blessings on us, even the ones that go un-thanked and especially those that we don't always see.
I have a few special prayer shout-outs tonight.
- TK, I'll be praying for your surgery - the wisdom for the doctors, the care provided by the nurses, and your quick healing and recovery. Also praying for E and the girls while their Daddy's recovering.
- BG, Praying over your interview and wondering why I haven't heard from you. Love you.
- JH, Loving you like no other and praying that you find the comfort you're seeking - the kind that can only be found in God.
- BB, So great to see you Sunday. Stay off those toes and recover quickly! You have much comedy to deliver.
- BP, You're a dedicated friend and mentor. Thank you for always helping me to see the way.
- TZ, Praying for your safety on the roads and for good days in your stressful work environment. He is always with you. Lean on Him.
One last thing, please take a minute to read this blog post, "Detours to the Destination" by Pastor Steven Furtick of Elevation Church in Charlotte, NC. It's relevant to the topic.
Photo by Casey L. Higgins
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
get over yourself, per Paul
Tonight is the last night of our Living for God in an Ungodly Culture
small group study and as I'm sitting here reading through 1 Corinthians 16 once more, the book asks me to read a couple verses back in chapter 10. I'm stunned, as I did read chapter 10 before but I don't remember reading this ...
small group study and as I'm sitting here reading through 1 Corinthians 16 once more, the book asks me to read a couple verses back in chapter 10. I'm stunned, as I did read chapter 10 before but I don't remember reading this ..."Don't be so naive and self-confident. You're not exempt. You could fall flat on your face as easily as anyone else. Forget about self-confidence; it's useless. Cultivate God-confidence. No test or temptation that comes your way is beyond the course of what others have had to face. All you need to remember is that God will never let you down; he'll never let you be pushed past your limit; he'll always be there to help you come through it." - 1 Corinthians 10:12-13, The Message, Paul's letter to the church in Corinth
It always amazes me how the Bible can be read time and again but always offers a new message. Cultivate God-confidence. How did I miss that before? What a solid smack in the forehead! And the affirmation that certainly the trials any of us face have been faced by countless others ... wow.
I've heard it said many times, "If He leads you to it, He'll lead you through it." I don't know if that was a hand-me-down paraphrase of these verses, but what a revelation that God does actually say that to us through His Word.
More so today than ever, I believe the Bible
is a living, breathing document that never grows old. It always illuminates something new and is just as applicable today as it was in its first days. Crack it open sometime and be stunned as God speaks to you.Be Blessed,
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
sun stand still
I'm so excited about this book from Pastor Steven Furtick that I just pre-ordered it. Seems like it might be good to wrap a small group study around, too!Watch an introduction here.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
so much i want to say
Hosting up to 15 children in my home for Neighborhood Bible Club this past week was a blessing on so many levels. My heart's full. Overflowing, in fact, right out of my eyes in the form of tears. There's so much I want to say, so many emotions that can't completely be expressed ...
I can't shake the vision of those precious children learning the songs in my backyard. How one teen quieted them into a circle to practice once more. Their eager receptiveness to each nights' Bible story, and the little hands that went into the air when asked if they'd like to ask Jesus into their heart. It's a lot to take in, the lives impacted by 8 to 11 volunteers each night. And that's just at my house, not to mention the 23 other host homes in Chesterfield County.
Thanks to the amazing work put forth by our Children's Ministry team, more than 600 kids heard the story of God's gift, Jesus Christ. They learned Romans 3:23-25, now have three original songs with motions to share with their friends, and 97 of them asked Jesus into their hearts to be their personal Savior. What work God is doing in our community!
Thanks to the amazing work put forth by our Children's Ministry team, more than 600 kids heard the story of God's gift, Jesus Christ. They learned Romans 3:23-25, now have three original songs with motions to share with their friends, and 97 of them asked Jesus into their hearts to be their personal Savior. What work God is doing in our community!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
ain't no stoppin' us
The kids and I had a grand (albeit sweaty) time cleaning up the yard today. We raked dead leaves, fallen twigs, nuts and gravel from around the sad azalea beds and yard. The front and side yards were complete when we stopped for cinnamon buns that my husband brought home for breakfast. It was a comfortable day even though my shirt was soaked in sweat.
With breakfast done, we headed out to tackle the back yard. We had previously located (in the worst ways) two yellow jacket nests. Little did we know that we'd stumble into a third today. My back to her, raking more piles for her to hoist into the large trash can, I heard Caitlin scream. It was a sharp, piercing, ceaseless explosion of pain. I turned to her to see a bee clinging to her arm, as if it were actually stuck. Turns out, it was.
Funny how fast things happen and you don't remember exactly in what order or how. I can't remember if I actually pulled the bee off her, swatted it off, or with what. I have to assume my bare hand. If left a good portion of its abdomen and the stinger behind. I know that I scooped her up in one arm and carried her to her daddy. I have no idea what my right hand was doing (probably still holding to the rake), but I specifically remember putting my left arm behind her and grabbing her under her arm, hoisting her to safety.
James pulled the stinger from her arm and we hurried her inside. All the while, I was feeling little pierces on my thighs. A yellow jacket cousin had buzzed right up my shorts and stung me four times. Cait and I were sad sights. Large red whelps formed immediately and daddy deemed the yard unsafe for anymore clean up. Thank the Lord above that Jackson was not near us when the bees unleashed their fury.
After ice, acetaminophen, and plenty of tears, Caitlin calmed down and the stinging has subsided. My legs ache and for a while I had sporadic cold chills. We're okay. It's the kids coming in two weeks for Neighborhood Bible Club that we're worried about. A pest control representative paid us a visit and said they will aggressively pursue the 'jackets and their sometimes basketball-sized underground nests.
It's unreal that our yard has at least three of these nests and possibly more. All I can think is that God must have something wonderful in store for our NBC for these attacks to persist.
Jesus, bring the rain and we will continue to praise you!
Photo: The Bee That Stung Me, by Casey Higgins
With breakfast done, we headed out to tackle the back yard. We had previously located (in the worst ways) two yellow jacket nests. Little did we know that we'd stumble into a third today. My back to her, raking more piles for her to hoist into the large trash can, I heard Caitlin scream. It was a sharp, piercing, ceaseless explosion of pain. I turned to her to see a bee clinging to her arm, as if it were actually stuck. Turns out, it was.
James pulled the stinger from her arm and we hurried her inside. All the while, I was feeling little pierces on my thighs. A yellow jacket cousin had buzzed right up my shorts and stung me four times. Cait and I were sad sights. Large red whelps formed immediately and daddy deemed the yard unsafe for anymore clean up. Thank the Lord above that Jackson was not near us when the bees unleashed their fury.
After ice, acetaminophen, and plenty of tears, Caitlin calmed down and the stinging has subsided. My legs ache and for a while I had sporadic cold chills. We're okay. It's the kids coming in two weeks for Neighborhood Bible Club that we're worried about. A pest control representative paid us a visit and said they will aggressively pursue the 'jackets and their sometimes basketball-sized underground nests.
It's unreal that our yard has at least three of these nests and possibly more. All I can think is that God must have something wonderful in store for our NBC for these attacks to persist.
Jesus, bring the rain and we will continue to praise you!
Photo: The Bee That Stung Me, by Casey Higgins
Thursday, July 29, 2010
wash away the day
A mother is nothing if not humble; kids make you that way. When Jesus washed his disciples' feet, it was an act of humility and a show of love.
"A person who has had a bath needs only to wash his feet; his whole body is clean." - John 13:10
If we're to be "clean," we need only accept Jesus Christ as our savior, accepting that He is the earthly son of God who died on the cross and rose from the dead on the third day. When we're baptized, we rise anew from the water. The blood of Jesus is the only thing that can make us white as snow. It is He alone who can wash away our sins.
Walking with Christ is a lifelong choice and a winding road that one can easily step off course from. Do not hang your head and give up if that happens to you. Rather, pray for God to make your path straight and dedicate your life to Him. We will all falter. The one and only perfect soul now sits at the right hand of the Father. Think you're doomed when you stray? Repent and know that Jesus is interceding on your behalf.
The bottom line to Christianity is that you can't win or earn your way to heaven. You must only believe and make the choice that your life will be lived in a way that is pleasing to your Father God in heaven. At the end of your days, you'll want to know that your name is in the Book of Life. When Jesus comes to claim his people, won't you want to be one of the saints marching in?
Humble yourself as if washing the feet of others. Do God's will. Be a good person who does for others. It's not just a Christian way of life, it's the right way of life.
Hoping You're a Friend in Christ,
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
finding my calm in a sea of chaos
I remind myself that appearances aren't what's important, it's our heart to spread the Word and reach children in our neighborhood.
I recall a plaque I painted once ... "The cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow, for babies grow up, much to our sorrow. So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."
That wonderful gem hung in my firstborn's room for a long time. It reassured me that it's okay to ignore the chaos that living in a home produces, but I suppose it's not as valid now as it used to be. While my babies are definitely not keeping and are filling my heart with sorrow as I watch them grow up before my very eyes, it is time for some order in my court.
As the Queen, I hearby declare that every box (within eye shot of visitors) will be unpacked with their contents neatly stowed away by no later than August 15, the day before we greet new neighbors and tell them how much Jesus loves them.
Hold Me To It,
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
love like no other
The love siblings share is precious and as equally full of heart as it is jealousy and contempt. It's raucous, sweet, competitive and unmatchable. It's years of moments, tears of shared punishments, and the grief of each other's existence ... brothers and sisters have a relationship like no other.
As I sit here watching my kids play hard in the backyard, my heart is overflowing with a love for them as well as my own brother. I remember "baby tractors," HORSE basketball tournaments, and the day he had a bicycle accident that let me know I was much stronger than I gave myself credit for. We were careless, mischievous, protective, and more than willing to instigate trouble for each other.
I want happy memories for my kids - of their childhood, each other ... us. These blinks we call time are but a flash in the pan. Never will we have it to do over.
I wish I could watch this scene outside my window every day from now until eternity. They're magical, full of life, and full of love for each other. What a miraculous blessing siblings are.
"Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers all wrongs." -Proverbs 10:12
Photo by Casey Higgins
I want happy memories for my kids - of their childhood, each other ... us. These blinks we call time are but a flash in the pan. Never will we have it to do over.
I wish I could watch this scene outside my window every day from now until eternity. They're magical, full of life, and full of love for each other. What a miraculous blessing siblings are.
"Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers all wrongs." -Proverbs 10:12
Photo by Casey Higgins
Thursday, July 22, 2010
an unscratchable itch
There's nothing worse than wanting to write right in the middle of a work day. Okay, I'm paid to write, but not here ...
Hoping the itch remains until I can do something about it.
Hoping the itch remains until I can do something about it.
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