It is, what it is. What will be, will be I take comfort in this thought: I serve a good God and a sovereign God who is present in the What is and the What will be.
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It is, what it is. What will be, will be I take comfort in this thought: I serve a good God and a sovereign God who is present in the What is and the What will be.
I notice the beauty the evergreens from my window freshly decorated with the overnight snow storm. And once again I am irritated by the clutter of telephone pole and wires. What if I could just clear it all away? How it would change the view! Lord, sometimes “telephone poles and lines†get in the way of…
written during a season of loss in 2006 – 7 months after Gordon died and 3 months after Galen lost his job at the church. My greatest fear – that I would lose the worship choir community which I found to be so life giving for me. I didn’t know how I would survive. Those…
I wear this necklace most days between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Three year old Little Miss loves it . . . always notices when I wear it . . . Last year, after spending the night with her, she looked at me across the breakfast table, (I was still wearing my snowman pj’s) and seriously observed,…
The background of this Guest Post by Melissa Garber Hurst, PA: I suspect that some of you following this blog are thinking that all this time for listening for God is for those of us in the ” second half of life”  because we have time. I would have been thinking the same thing! So today I focus…
March 2008 I am in a small group and we are to ponder our answer to Jesus’ question, “What do you really want from me?” I found something I wrote back in February and it captured the essence of what I want right now – God, I need to hear from You . . . sense…
Lord, as our lives dip, turn, rise, flip, and roll Help us to remember . . . You have the controls of our lives. There is no problem with Your skill as an operator. Our response is to simply rest in this confidence as we move through the days . . . weeks . ….
This was written September 17, 2005, about 6 weeks before my brother died. Dear God: The fear that plays around the edges of my heart is that this enjoyment of scripture, this new way of studying Your word will fade away (reading for the pause, writing to You, God and being quiet as I…
Back Blogging! Late last fall I had two computer crashes in 6 weeks, followed by new computer, with new system in January (don’t even get me started) and then thumb joint replacement surgery on my right hand in Feb. Now I can type and write and have a computer that I finally figured out Windows…
From my recliner, my eyes frequently settle on this clock. It’s a special clock, because Galen’s dad was a “Master Mix” Feed dealer as Galen was growing up. When his sister found this clock, she bought it and gave it to Galen. It now resides in our “memory room.” I have enjoyed the nostalgia of…