Lord, a dead-end job in a backwater town...no hope in sight. The rabbi says King David started out this way, hard to believe. Maybe shepherds weren't considered to be the lowest of the low back then.
She's so young, Lord. Did her father even ask her about our match? God, how can I believe she wanted our marriage if she's pregnant and it's not my child? I didn't sign up for this.
I don't understand, God, how have I displeased you? I've tried to a righteous man. I don't know how to handle this.
Holy God, did I hear right? I'm just a girl...nothing special. Are you sure you want to entrust me with such an enormous task?
I'm scared, Lord, scared and confused.
James and I were chatting about the brains and maturity of adolescents last week. Love and potential aren't always enough to camo the lack of development in that darn frontal lobe.
Let's face it folks, we've all been there. Our star athlete is flunking algebra because she never turned in an assignment. Or the captain of the debate team locked the keys in the car in the student parking lot during the last football game of the season. And then she does something that blows you away.
We met to chat about the new book study for our small group, The Biggest Lie in the History of Christianity. That was our goal anyway.
The group leader I have come to respect and seek for godly counsel admitted that she hadn't read the entire book. And then Jesus sat down with us.
The last two years before I retired last spring, I was outrageously blessed to work with two godly women. Our backgrounds were very different, and sometimes so were our viewpoints.
Still, we manage to share with each other about a wide range of topics over lunch each day. Who knew a casual conversation could blossom into a holy moment?
Well, we'd finally done it! The wall is finished and the gates are hung. We have guards for the city gates, and even guys to help the priests out in the Temple.
Things are looking pretty good; only one thing wrong. Okay, not a big thing compared to what we'd been through, but still...
I stood there looking at the trash can on the curb, shaking my head. Were they illiterate, or what?
With temps over a hundred degrees, just lugging the large container up the driveway to the house was a chore. Head still shaking, I kept wondering how my deliberate holy moment went wrong.
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