Prayers Blog Posts
Looking back on this last year, I’m still struggling with being thankful for situations and people whose tenacious grips keep me in a repetitive wrestling match. I want to break free and hear God’s blessing.
There’s nothing quite like a clear cold winter night out in the country. My hand stretched out one step in front of me is blanketed by velvety darkness. The dark is so dark that it is like a separate present companion, not just a state of atmosphere.
Christmas Eve conjures up stories of unique experiences whether warm fuzzy family traditions or hollow disappointments. I’ll share a childhood story that encompasses both.
I heard, really heard for the first time the words of a familiar Christmas Carol, “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem.” The specific words which grabbed my attention were, “Our hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.”
I know exactly how Ruth felt when Boaz approached her as she gleaned in his fields. She was simultaneously stunned and comforted when he said, “I heard how you left your father and mother and the land of your birth and came to a people you did not know.”
During this holiday season, we fret about how to ensure that our guests feel welcome, feel like they belong in our living rooms. How about we whittle this stressor down to one action plan; intentional listening to make sure that all who cross our threshold are being heard?
I sleep with a face mask on and with ear plugs in to muffle the noisy craziness and shut out the startling fireworks of the day. Tuning out and turning off helps me to gently fall asleep and wake up with a vitalized outlook.
When someone is trying to deceive you, lie to you, how does it work? Usually he/she takes a kernel of truth and elaborates on it to build the lie, to make the lie believable.
Somedays, you get an unexpected gift plopped right in your lap. That’s exactly what happened to me. The gift was an eight-month-old bundle of cuddles. I’ll call him Timmy. He’s one of the babies I keep in our church nursery. He had been running a slight fever, so the day care asked his mom to come and get him. That’s how I got my present for the afternoon.
This is my second blog about anxiety this month. Maybe September is making demands on us as we try and get back into the groove of school and work after vacations.