As you read Brad's story you'll grasp the depth of meaning this picture holds. Even when his daddy-hands were empty and he had no human way of thinking he would get to {hold} his son like this, he prayed and begged God and he chose forgiveness and asked others to pray for him and asked Elias’ mom to relent. He didn’t give up. When all was dark and empty Brad was {hold}ing onto what he knew was true. Love is right and God is good. Period.
I was this 23-year-old who just finished her first year of teaching and was looking forward to a summer filled with adventure. Not only was I looking forward to summer, but I had just recently discovered my drive for Christ.
So why does daily bread hit home you might think? It wasn't because the grocery shelves were empty. It wasn't because of price gouging what was left. Driving US 41 most of the way - back country roads, singing with the radio, windows down, with my 4 favorite people in our tiny Ford Escape; it was stress-free and kind of fun. Realizing if I had to start again with just my children and my wife we'd be ok. They are my daily bread. A house, stuff, toys, everything left behind could be done without or replaced.
With his degree, he became a construction manager with Habitat for Humanity for a number of years before he retired. He certainly helped to support families with affordable housing, but through Habitat, there was more support offered than just providing a roof over people's heads.
Walk-talks: a time set aside for a long walk and conversation with Jesus and a friend. Anyone who asks me out for a walk-talk is likely to get a "yes" response from me, but my most faithful walk-talk companion is Ruth. Why? 1. The girl can move quickly over a long distance while 2. maintaining challenging … Continue reading Walk-Talks: Learning to swing
I was already asking the Lord to give me the words to explain how I got here. How could I communicate the fullness of these quiet time conversations between the Lord and me? And I believe it was His idea to write a Prequel.
I didn't even realize my voice is a marker for her - a landmark of sorts. Just like I look for landmarks to guide me as I travel about, she uses sounds and her walking cane - actually she is using every one of her other senses to develop landmarks - to guide her steps.
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