Are you a planner, Dear Reader? Do you like/crave having all the details accounted for well in advance? Maybe it's a family gathering. Perhaps it's an article you're writing. Or maybe you've gone all out and created your "strategic life plan".
Tom and I have been monitoring, adjusting, and working toward our retirement plan for a few years now. It feels good to have plans and see them accomplished, doesn't it?
It's true confessions time, Dear Reader. Who's got a mug, or a plaque, or a tote with Jeremiah 29: 11 on it?
It's almost a badge of Christendom, isn't it?
In the midst of warnings about capitivity and enslavement, Jeremiah drops this jewel that we've memorize, claim, and love.
Perhaps one of the best-loved, most-claimed promises in God's Word is Jeremiah 29:11.
For I know the plans and thoughts that I have for you,’ says the Lord, ‘plans for peace and well-being and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.
Much of the book of Jeremiah in the Old Testament tends to be a bit (let's just say it) depressing. Indeed, the term "jeremiad" comes from our author:
"a prolonged lamentation or complaint; also : a cautionary or angry harangue", according to Merriam Webster.
Seriously, Man, did you really think you would have to smooze me in order for me to take Onesimus back without retribution? Do you think so poorly of me, or was that just a little insurance against me not doing you a "little favor"?
How did you know? How did you know exactly the encouragement I needed? Some days I feel so overwhelmed, so burdened that I don't know which way is up.
It's not that I don't love the work. And I think you know the passion I have for this new fellowship of believers. In all honesty though, I'm sure there are still plenty of times you'd like to give me a smack upside the head and tell me to get a grip.
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.
Rebel. Unconventional. Spy. I've heard it all. You'd think I'm the first person to marry someone who isn't Moabite.
Okay, maybe I am. It's not like we don't have anything in common. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I haven't listened and learned. The Moabites and Isrealites are cousins, literally.
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