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.
I planted a few flower bulbs this spring. As I hoed the soil, I found a few old, dried up bulbs that never bloomed. Still I hoed, pulled weeds, dropped in new bulbs...
My dearest brother John,
How good to hear from you! And how kind of you to caution us against the con men who are trying to infiltrate gatherings of believers.
I can't believe what some of these "snake oil salesmen" are spewing! They are so slimey coming into groups of the brethren like they're so humble, believing in the truth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Just when you think they're such an asset to the group...Whamo!
Having an elementary classroom across the hall from the music room can be a mixed blessing. Thankfully, our school is blessed with an extraordinary music teacher.
What's a girl to do? Is it my fault I was born beautiful? To hear my parents talk, you'd think it was a sin.
Enough was enough! I didn't choose gorgeous hair or skin like porcelain.
So, when the first good-looking guy came along with an invitation, I was outta there!
I know I've been blessed. It couldn't have been easy for Cousin Mordecai to muscle through his own grief when Mom and Dad died so he could raise me.
It's so much easier to be thankful for Cousin Mordecai's generous spirit, than focus on how much I miss my parents. Things could have gone in a whole different direction.
28 “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.”29 “Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. 30 But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” 31 Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”
My poor parents. As a child, they enrolled me in swimming lessons twice. I absolutely hated it. I couldn’t seem to control my arms and legs, much less get them working together.
The second time I was forced into trying to learn this impossible skill I nearly drowned when the teacher made me go to the deep end. Then she thought I was playing as I sank towards the bottom for the third time.
Besides the whole “I’m going to die!” trauma, what I remember most about those swimming lessons was that the teacher didn’t know my name. How could I have confidence in someone who nearly let me drown, and couldn’t even call me by name.?
Do we test the Lord sometimes just to make sure He’s paying attention? Why do we think He doesn’t know our name or care about our heartfelt cries?
Peter had witnessed the miracles of Jesus. He had traveled, talked, eaten and slept with Jesus for quite a while. How could Peter not believe way down deep in his gut that Jesus was more powerful than any elements?
My humanity makes me wonder if sometimes Jesus doesn’t get a little disgusted with our lack of faith. I wonder how many “swimming lessons” I will have to take before I know that I know that I know, that Jesus is just waiting for us to call His name and reach for His hand.
What am I struggling with instead of reaching for the hand of Jesus?
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