 The exiles and I had accomplished what we set out to do since returning from Babylon twelve years ago. They had been twelve very busy years, and overall, I was happy with the outcome.
Instead of feeling proud and satisfied, I should have been waiting for the other sandal to drop.
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 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...  ...bathroom! What? No, Dear Reader, we're not fixing to get weird.
But, have you noticed a lot of Scriptures referring to cleansing? From Genesis to Revelation we're told about the importance of being clean, inside and out.  My sister beautifully embroidered set of pillowcases for me recently. I just love new pillowcases, that quiet rustle when I lay my head down, the slightly scratchy feel on my cheek, and the clean smell of cotton.
 Sometimes I think candy bars are an invention of Satan. I know they really aren’t, but there is probably no candy bar that I don’t really enjoy. Maybe enjoy isn’t quite the right words, perhaps savor is a better description.
 Dear Reader, have you been bitten by the decorating bug? Thanks to sites and shows, even someone who's never considered themselves "artistic" can get creative.
 Don’t you just love spring and the early weeks of summer! After the stark gray and white of winter, the pops of color encourage and enliven our spirits. Or, at least most of the colors.
 Dear Reader, as we reflect on early events in the life of our Savior, I hope you will indulge me with this excerpt from my work in progress, "...and Jesus laughed." It's based on Matthew 3:13-16. (While I would love for you to share this post, I would ask that you not copy any portion.) His dusty feet followed the hoarse, harsh voice in the distance. He knew its owner, by reputation and by blood. He smiled, thinking how surprised the baptizer would be.
He praised God for this man who was willing to sacrifice everything in order to be his herald. A shadow dipped and fled across his eyes as he glimpsed the herald’s final sacrifice. Faces and feet joined his as they all drew closer to the voice. Their hearts were hungry, their hands empty. Inwardly, a glimmer of a smile took seed. Their seeking hearts were fertile soil for the message of the voice, and for the gift only he could give. |
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