The scene shifts. Water splashes at her feet, and she realizes the boat has sprung a leak. Frantic, she looks to the man. Why is he still fiddling? Doesn’t he recognize the emergency? The adrenaline rushes. Her survival instincts scream at her, “You can’t just sit there in a sinking boat. Do something. Stop the leak. Jump. Swim. Do. Something.”
Dear daughter, have you ever pondered these verses from Psalm 37 during the Christmas season? “Commit your way to the LORD, trust in Him, and He will act. He will bring forth your righteousness as the light, and your justice as the noonday.” (Psalm 37:5-6, ESV) In the fast-paced days of December, my thoughts often … Continue reading Chosen for a Mission of Trust
This room is stained in some way with a constant reminder of loneliness. while in the same exact place, a few short months later, I feel at home. I feel at peace, the kind that makes those bad memory’s feel not so bad after all. I prayed for this. Long hard hours, sometimes i would stay up till the sunlight broke through the window or my eyes finally refused to stay open. I prayed for my family, and now I’m laying next to you and mommy.
So, as the weekend approached in the middle of the month, there was a usual Friday night date night planned. Co-workers wondered and giggled with delight. This had to be IT! He was taking her to the Bubble Room in Orlando. This was THE place where engagements happened in 1987. The ring would be in the Bubble Room cake brought out at the end of the meal. And he would be on his knee while she tried to figure out how to wear a diamond covered in cake and icing???
Let me suggest that in this particular moment of your life you may be wondering the same questions: Is God real? If so, is God good? If so, can God do a miracle in my life?
If you've ever left your heart home you feel that familiar tug - even as you read these words. Perhaps you find yourself flipping through an emotional photo album of familiar memories. The emotions are tangible - you can taste the food, smell the flowers, see your old best friend and hear the accents of your former neighbors.
Saturday Share with Brandon Garrett. Jesus is Not a Vending Machine.
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