I guess a few people wondered what we were doing but I really didn’t care. Lifelong love deserves some moments of its own and for me one of those moments was the dance that happened in front of Shoprite.
It's hard to live out our convictions in an increasingly hostile world - and I'm not only talking about the hostility we see on the news or internet. In our personal, day-to-day lives it's not uncommon to come face-to-face with intense rejection any time we choose to go against the grain of what is "the norm."
Malaria kills 1,200 children daily, about 50 per hour, around the world. 90% of those deaths occur in Africa. Earlier this year, we handed out 200 mosquito nets in a rural area outside of Bujumbura city and I wonder how we can do more, help more and prevent more deaths.
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."
One of the most painful experiences for any parent is to let their children spread their wings and fly. The first time I had to let go was in 2003 when my son Tommy left Africa to attend university Stateside. I wrote a poem for him, as I have for each one when they left. 2003 wasn't so long ago, was it?
Sparrows are so common that they are often thought to be "disposable." If one falls, why bother? There are literally millions, if not billions, of them filling our skies. It may not matter in the grand scheme of things, if one sparrow falls, but it does matter to that one sparrow.
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.
I'm delighted once again to share a devotional with you from Mary Johnson, may it fill your day with light! _____________________________________________ Walk in the light of His love. What is your tone, what does it sound like? Is it covered in the light of Jesus’ love? He provides that light for us. You can say… Continue reading The Light of Love
A dear friend of mine, Mary Johnson, brings us a word for the moment. Which moment? Every one that we live. Enjoy. ________________________________________ I remember when I was a young girl, I never wanted to go outside to play. My mom and I were reminiscing about it the other day. She asked me, “Do you… Continue reading The Knock at the Door
Chase the dream, it's worth the wait.