I'm kind of a late starter, Dear Reader. Whether it was having kids, graduating from college, or starting a career, I've lagged a little behind my friends. Now sometimes I feel like I'm playing catch-up...
Jehovah God, I know I'm just the messenger, but this girl is so young. This gift is so wondrous, but it comes with great trials and sorrow. How will she ever be able to bear all that it will bring?
I know, I know. It's not my job to worry. Sometimes it's hard for me to stay in my lane. I see the joy, the absolute rapture your word can give your children, Father, really I do. But you've given me the ability to also glimpse beyond the moment.
Forgive me, Lord, for letting the frailness of their humanity become a distorted lens for your greatness. Thank you for letting me be a part of your plan, and the blessing that comes with it.
El Shaddai, our Heavenly Father! You have seen my deepest longing, and you have answered my prayer. In your great love, as a parent for His child, you have listened to the heart of your daughter. You have come near and blessed me.
Can my spirit praise your name any more, El Shaddai, or be filled with greater joy? I do not know how to thank you for the gift you have placed within me. I do not deserve your grace. Help me nurture and encourage this child to be all you are creating him to be.
Everywhere we look there seems to be poverty, corruption, natural disaster. What hope could there possibly be for any kind of future?
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.
Sweet tea and my lap warmer are definitely among my simple pleasures, but one of my favorite simple pleasures is the beauty of the children I love sleeping.
It's pretty calming when Maisie relaxes on my lap. And who doesn't love the gentle whooshing sound of kitty snores? All that pales in comparison to sleeping beauty.
When my knee was replaced two years ago I became more aware than ever of the importance of having a bedroom that's a haven.
Earlier this fall, Tom and I took Annalyn and Gracie to the Renaisssance Festival. The weather was perfect. The crowds weren't overwhelming. And we had great coupons for admission tickets. There was only one downside to the experience.
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?
I did everything they demanded, Still there was no release. Now, they had raised the ransom. My brain was blazing with frustration. My heart was racing toward panic. Time was crucial.
I was being held hostage, and time had become my enemy.
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