Still, it remains in my mind some days later, the picture of the children's shoes outside the front door of the house on a warm Sunday afternoon. I can feel the warm breeze blowing through the front door, hear the weeping of children, and feel the sting of death - and there was my little girl in the middle taking part in the "ministry of presence."
Jamie has disassembled and reassembled the chair many times over the years we moved around, knowing the memories I made while sitting in that chair run deep. Colicky tummies were calmed, prayers were prayed, Christmas presents have been opened while I was rocking in that chair. Now that three of my four children have left the nest, the chair keeps me close to them somehow.
The water is off today.
I’m not an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination. By nature, I know those who know me may find this hard to believe, I prefer to sneak in and out unseen and unheard. It’s more comfortable, I’m happy to let others take the lead and simply follow. I’m happy to fade into the background...unless… Continue reading I Want In
Understanding the “why” comes with surrender.
Hidden in the heart of everyone, God has placed a sensitivity for things eternal. If what we offer to those we are called to appeals only to the surface, the longing of eternity will drive those people to find what their hearts long for: a connection with the Maker Himself.
Psalm 11:1,4 LB "How dare you tell me, 'Flee to the mountains for safety,' when I am trusting in the Lord?...But the Lord is still in His holy temple; He still rules from heaven..."