Monday, January 31, 2011

My Own Little World

Matthew West has a song called My Own Little World. I love this song as at times I believe that he may have written it to describe my life. Just the title alone describes me so much that I drink my tea from a mug that says “I know I‘m in my own little world, but that‘s okay, they know me here.” That was a gift from my best friend, by the way. How often do we live in our own little worlds?

My challenge was to write about a “hot topic.” I cannot begin to tell you how much this unnerved me. To say that I was panic stricken would be understating things. My husband tried to calm me and say that the challenge was meant to get me to thinking, and that he agreed with the challenge. This would be why I prefer it in my own little world. I don’t deal well with challenge. I won’t even drive in the snow if I can at all help it. Living in my own home was enough of a daily challenge until recently, now that it’s no longer a challenge, I prefer not to leave it. I’m comfortable here.

I will have to admit a few things. I don’t watch the news unless I’m trying to catch the weather. I don’t get the newspaper and if I do pick one up, it’s for the ads and comics. As the comics no longer have For Better or For Worse even the comics hold little appeal for me. I tend to live my life within the boundaries that I’ve set for myself. My comfort zone as they say is quite comfortable. I clean my house, I read, I write, and I have lunch with friends when the weather and the budget permit it. Every other Thursday and Friday I can be found helping with two different MOPS groups as my way of giving back and helping others. I don’t follow politics and when it comes time to vote I ask my husband who he thinks will be best for the job and go place my ballot.

In my own little world population me, it’s quiet, nothing much is expected of me and there is very little chance that I can let someone down. At one time I had very big dreams. I have long since discovered something about myself that sometimes troubles me. My fears of failure are even with my fears of success. As much as I have a hard time understanding why my oldest child hates change, (hello pot have you met my kettle?) I believe she gets it honestly from me. The what ifs of life are often more than I care to think about. No one likes rejection, but what if in my fear of the unknown, failure, success, change in general, I’m prohibiting myself from becoming what God has intended for me.

In a recent book I read, the woman had to keep repeating to herself “God has not given me a spirit of fear.” I wonder if I shouldn’t be repeating this also. Perhaps in my own little world I could make some room. Make some adjustments and let go of some of the fear that binds me. How much more grace would be given if the population expanded? I guess we’ll just have to watch and see. I guess the “hot topic” will be a challenge, but one I’ll attempt.


Thursday, January 27, 2011

A Plan For Me?

Fuzzy slippers silently trudge across the cold wooden floor, dragging a slumped body, weary with exhaustion. It's 8am, and my morning has already been a long one. After a fitful night, my 2-year-old gave up sleeping long before the sun graced us on this icy January morning. I'm exhausted, to say the least. Peaking beneath drooping lids my bloodshot eyes stare blankly at the slightly damp and dingy piles of laundry that cannot wait another day. It's a Monday morning and I'm in my standard sweatpants and pink fluffy bathrobe. My friends from law school are sitting at long wooden tables waiting in courtrooms across the state and country, with big piles of important files in starched shirts and pinstripes. I sigh. “Why Lord, why am I always so tired?” I mumble.

I need to start writing again: a satisfyingly thick trial brief, meticulously organized under a multitude of headings with a plethora of citations and a lengthy table of contents, or a wispy poem about calla lilies and spring. The urge to put these feelings into words, to create something tangible is overwhelming. Maybe this will be one of the rare mornings where I feel inspired and will actually be able to collect my thoughts. Later that morning, I quickly finish drying my hair, shifting impatiently from one foot to the other, hair flying across my eyes, masking my face. I wonder...if I run downstairs, can I grab my laptop and create something, make sense of these feelings.... But it never works...never. Like always, I get caught by a small cry of:“mommy!” Sigh. Maybe tomorrow.

The sun is silently setting in my home office window when I'm finally able to put fingers to keyboard. By now, weariness has erased any inspiration and I suffer from the dreaded writers block. Write what you know. I know about this: I feel lost and tired, at least I do today. Someday I think, maybe I'll write a book? The more sensible and cynical side of me says: “Yeah, right! You aren't the only housewife fantasizing about this. If it was so easy, everyone would do it.” But, I want to write something, create something. Starving for the determination, tenacity and productivity exhibited by Dagney Taggert running her family's railroad in Ayn Rand's novel Atlas Shrugged, it took me 1200 pages before I realized, horrified, that the book was ultimately preaching atheism.* How could I not have known?

This is the part where I tell you how much I love being a stay-at-home mom, and I do. I cherish my children and feel blessed that I'm able to stay at home with them. It would absolutely kill me to drop my kids off at daycare and leave them for the day. It works for other families, but I know myself well enough to realize that it would never work for mine. I adore being a mom, but some days I just feel a little stuck, not knowing what the future holds. I wonder about things like: “What am I going to do when my kids are in school full time,” or “When will I ever have time to write,” or even “How many days (months, years) can I go without getting a decent night's sleep?” On days like this, I wonder if the Lord really does have a plan for me.

The Lord clearly teaches that he has a plan for each one of us: “'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'” Jer. 29:11 New International Version. He also states: “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart....” Jer. 1:4-5.

Days after that dreary morning, a friend of mine asked me to write this article. Tap, tap, tap, my index finger impatiently drummed against my mouse pad, I had no idea what to write. “Lord,” I implored, “I finally have an opportunity to write, and I've got nothing!” Slowly smiling I remembered, my inspiration was that tiring morning not too long ago. I was reminded that “in all things God works for the good of those who love him....” Rom. 8:28 NIV. God can take a hopeless moment and make it fruitful. Even if it's only the baby step of showing me that my dreary morning had a purpose, it reminds me that there is a larger plan for me. He will take care of me: “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” Matt. 6:26 NIV. Even when I'm feeling forlorn, He shows me everyday that I can trust in Him, and that there is a plan for me even when I can't manage to see it past the piles of dirty laundry.

*Rand, Ayn. Atlas Shrugged. New York :Random House, 1957. Print.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Finding Comfort

Sometimes, life is just rough. Last week my 10-year-old cousin -- a laughing, athletic, non-stop, on-the-go boy -- had a sledding accident. While trying to bail off of his sled, the sled swung around and he hit a pole full-force. He was flown by helicopter to the nearest children's ICU unit, where he still is today. He lacerated his liver and a kidney, he bruised a lung, and he sustained a concussion. He has been in horrible pain, suffering through complications that are rising up in this time of "wait to heal." We still do not know what the coming days will bring.

Two days after that accident I learned that my dance coach from high school -- a beautiful, loving wife and mother, only 44 years old -- lost her eight-year battle with breast cancer. She leaves behind her high-school sweetheart, four children, and an entire town full of friends and family who will mourn her loss for years to come.

Out of both of these events, I have heard many questions: "How could God allow this to happen?" "What good could possibly come out of those children losing their mom like this?" Why does God do this? The kid is only ten..."

These are the times that I slow down and I think of God's amazing love for me, of God's amazing love for you. I think of the blessings in my life that I take for granted: my warm house, my loving husband, my miraculous children, my health, my freedom, and -- most importantly -- God's amazing love for me. I know that whatever happens in my life, God is there to give me comfort. God will give insight, or He will give peace. God will nurture me back to health and happiness of soul after times of deep sorrow. God's promise is that He will provide _________________. And I can fill in the blank.

In our humanity we cannot look ahead on the divine timeline of our lives and know what it will bring. We cannot understand nor comprehend God's plans. But we can know that God works all things out for the good of those who love Him (Romans 8:28). We can trust that 20 or 30 years from now when we look back on a tragic circumstance that God's presence will be apparent and His far-reaching hand will be seen working out from that point in ways we never would have guessed.

But let me be clear -- God is not a cosmic killjoy. He does not toy with our lives; He does not create pain unnecessarily simply to exercise His power. He is a loving Creator, our Father who molds and shapes us and the events of our lives to bring glory and honor to Him, to bear witness to his Omnipotence and to testify to His goodness. I believe that eternity will bear out numerous instances where God saved me and those I love from pain or suffering. Conversely, I also know that I will not survive my time on this earth without experiencing some form of hardship. But I know the immensity of God's love for me, and I know that I can handle anything, anything with God as the great Resource of my life.

In church this morning we sang my favorite song by Chris Rice, and these lyrics spoke to me:
Sometimes the way is lonely And steep and filled with pain So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then Cry to Jesus Cry to Jesus Cry to Jesus and live!

He is the source of our answers. It is in Him alone that we can experience love and comfort and begin to heal.

Would you like to read more?
1. You matter to God. His love for you is immense! -- Read Isaiah 43: 1-7 and 1 John 3:1
2. God created you and loved you even before your birth. -- Read Psalm 139
3. God loves you so much, He sent His Son to die for yours sins. -- Read 1 Peter 1:18-20
4. He will lavish His love upon you, if you believe. -- Read John 1:12

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Patience Please!

Psalm 46:10  "Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I .will be exalted in all the earth."

There are a bunch of Scriptures that we have trouble with.  But I think that we have trouble with this one the most.  Let's face it, we are not very good at waiting are we?

The society that we live in has conditioned us to think we need things instantly.  Instant messaging, texting, microwave ovens, and even email. I remember when I was a kid, my pappaw was teaching me the fine art of hunting rabbits.  If you have ever been hunting, you know that it requires great patience.  The dogs would hit a trail and the barking would start.  I thought that meant that any second the rabbit would pop into view and bang, we would be eating rabbit for supper.  I quickly learned though, that just because a dog starts to bark, that does not mean a rabbit would appear.  What the barking meant was that the dogs had picked up a scent.  They still needed time to work to get the rabbit from where it is hiding, once they found the rabbit, they would work it back to us, then we would shoot and eat the rabbit later that day.  The patience paid off in the end, we had some of the best family dinners I can remember.  The dogs did not work on our time, they worked until the goal was met, the rabbit was found and food was on the table.  In hunting, it requires great patience.  The reward was well worth the patience.  

When it comes to dealing with God, at times we think that He needs to work on our time table.  There is also a verse that says "a day is as a thousand years and a thousand years are as a day."  2 Peter 3:8.  God wants us to be patient.  When we are patient, good things happen.  We actually get to spend time in the garden with our Father.  Is there anything better in the world?  We cannot expect to spend quality time with God, if we are ruled by our cell phones, planners, and calenders.  Jesus, always spent time with His Father, quality time.  Remember, quality trumps quantity.  We cannot get quality if we are always in a hurry.

The challenge to myself this week and to you is to spend more time being patient and waiting on God.  Listening to what He has to say and then being obedient to what He wants us to do.  I'll have an order of patience, please.

Monday, January 24, 2011

The End of the ‘Would Buts’

“If you were to become a restorer, what would that look like?”
It was a simple question, meant to help us apply the message our pastor had preached that morning. We were at Home group and this was posed to each of us.

I immediately knew my answer. “If I had the money of say, Oprah, I would restore by doing things like buying the house for my friends that they might lose through sheriff’s sale this weekend. I would make sure that letters to Santa were answered in my town and have a semi full of stuff pulled up the Post office to deliver the gifts. I would put kids who are struggling through college. I would do so much!!! But I don’t have the money. “

I had a bad case of the ‘would buts’!

The ‘would buts’ can show up in many different forms.
“I would treat that person better, but they treat me bad too”
“I would lose weight, but I don’t have time to exercise”
“I would read the bible more, but I just don’t understand it.”

Then, in the middle of the night, I heard that small voice whispering
SV: “What can you do NOW to create restoration in the lives of people around you?”

ME: “I told you, I would, but I don’t have the money. If you would just give me the money I could do lots of restoring!!”

SV: “What can you now to restore, without any money, with only the skills and resources that you have?”
So started the journey…what things in the lives of people around me can I restore NOW, not when this or that happens. I have a feeling that God is going to start pointing out some things to me. They may hurt, they won’t be comfortable, but they will bring the greatest satisfaction.

So, what ‘would buts’ do you have in your life? Maybe for you its ‘should buts’ or ‘could buts’…but whatever the but, I challenge you to take those word out of your vocabulary starting today!

Saturday, January 22, 2011


I have thought about this post for the past couple of days. I have tried to avoid this post for the past couple of days. But God continues to lay it on my heart. Just when I thought I had stopped up the dam of my heart, He has gently come along and taken the cork out.

I am a screw-up. I am so stubborn. I am so involved with myself that I can't seem to get "it."

What is it? Love. Grace. Mercy.


For years now, I've fought IT. I thought I've had IT. I've thought that I was displaying IT.

I. Was. Wrong. I was so wrong.

I thought that I've always been in the right. I've fought so hard to prove it, that I denied the still small voice it's freedom to prove otherwise.

It all started the other night. I was chatting with a friend down in Alabama. I was discussing with him about a comment someone had made on a status about someone they didn't even know. I was explaining to him that the comment was made with righteous indignation and none of the above. Then the message flowed.

I told him that so many people have passion. Lots of it! They believe in things so strongly and are willing to fight for them, to stand up for them. Passion isn't all bad. It has some good qualities. But I believe the end result is not so good.

I believe that passion by itself when uncontrolled can turn into righteous indignation. Out of this births self-righteousness. Out of this births pride. Out of this births anger. Out of this births bitterness. Sin.

Then we discussed that if we find someone we disagree with or who is in sin, that in our passion we tend to not produce fruit, but hurt. But with COM-passion, I wrote, things are often accepted. They are often respected, too.

I was being "cute" and thought I'd come up with something for the COM, but I didn't do so well. Then, that same night as I was laying my head on the pillow God whispered this to me.

C. O. M. - Christ Over Me

No, this isn't from some great Rick Warren book and it won't be a part of the next amazing Erwin McManus book. But it's simple. Simple enough for me to realize I'm not very good at it.

So here's to taking a new pathway, one that leads people to Jesus Christ. The Only One that can take all their sin away. Here's to putting others before me and praying the hurt I've caused will be healed some day. Here's to taking my passion and allowing Christ to reign Over Me.

1 Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, 2 then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. 3 Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, 4 not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.
 5 In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus:
 6 Who, being in very nature[a] God,
   did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;
7 rather, he made himself nothing
   by taking the very nature[b] of a servant,
   being made in human likeness.
8 And being found in appearance as a man,
   he humbled himself
   by becoming obedient to death—
      even death on a cross!

Philippians 2:1-8

Friday, January 21, 2011

Snow, Miis, and Ice Cream

Before you start giving me a hard time about my opinions here, let me start by saying that yes snow is pretty. The snow arrived this last week. If you ask anyone other than me, they will tell you that it was only three to five inches and does not constitute a blizzard. If you ask me however, I would tell you that the snow was coming down in huge flakes and in my mind making roads too slick to drive on so the world as we know it should just take a few days off. In this line of logic that I use here, business' would shut down so no one would have to go to work. The kids would stay home from school and everyone would have a much needed family day courtesy of God and his wonder of snow. Those who enjoy playing in the cold white stuff would build snow men and forts and such. The likes of which the neighborhoods had yet to see. Judging would take place and a prize given to the best effort. Perhaps this is a fantasy built on watching too many children's shows or perhaps it's built on the fact I just don't like driving in it and don't think anyone else should either. Either way it does sound nice you have to admit.

I haven't seen any snowmen in the neighborhood yet. You won't find them in my yard. My children and I are not much for the cold stuff. We look outside and we are cold. So it's into the kitchen we go for hot cocoa. I have had more coffee drinks, hot cocoas, and hot tea this year than I can ever remember having. All in my quest to warm up. At the rate I'm going one of two things is bound to happen. Either I will have to move into the restroom because of all the fluids, or I'm going to gain so much weight from all the cappuccinos and cocoas I won't have to worry about keeping warm I'll be having hot flashes.

It goes without saying that I'd prefer to be making sand castles. Until I go to look on the internet as to how the weather is in other more tropical climates. Guess what? It's cold there too. Orlando was having highs in the sixties this week. I don't thaw out till at least eighty. Perhaps it's my age creeping up on me or maybe I just have a cold heart. I'd prefer to think that it's the fact that the high today was 26 degrees and with the wind chill it felt about 0. At least to me as I'm sitting in a cold car waiting in the school parking lot till time to walk up to the school and stand outside waiting for my child to come out so we can leave, that's what it felt like. Fortunately for me I have a friend who teaches my child piano so she had a nice steaming cup of cappuccino (hello cappuccino have you met my thighs?) waiting for me and a blanket in a chair by the fire to sit in and thaw while my daughter had her lesson.

In my quest to fend off the repercussions that are sure to haunt me with all of these full of fat drinks I have been consuming, I have started up on the Wii fit. The Wii fit hates me. If it is at all possible for an inanimate object to hate someone, it hates me. I was informed when I started this that it had been roughly 587 days since I had last used it. A reminder of my inability to stick with any single method to stay in shape. It also informed me I was up thirteen pounds since I had last used it. Which reminded me that I had worked my rear tail off a few years back to lose 60 lbs and swore that I would never go back and now I'm up 13. When I step on the thing it groans, furthering it's point. It has asked me if I have trouble walking and not running into things as I'm unbalanced. My center of gravity is off. Who wants to hear that? From a machine? It's one thing to go to a gym, OK I don't go to a gym but one time I did watch The Biggest Loser on TV and those trainers are tough but if you work hard they give you props. My Wii fit has a two minute run. I will run my little heart out. I'm approaching the heart attack zone and because I don't swing the little controller enough I can't get past one star. My "Mii" as they call it just drops her little head and pounds on the ground in frustration at my inability to succeed. It's not really encouraging. The only thing keeping me going is that the jeans are getting tight. I may have to resort to just warming up some water and drinking it plain with a sprinkle of Splenda to get warm.

In my twisted way of thinking, I think that at least if I had a human trainer I could visualize a target for my aggression. I could fantasize about hitting that person while doing the boxing session. These Mii's are like cartoons. You can't have that kind of fantasy with a cartoon, it doesn't work. It would be like kicking a Spongebob. While amusing after having to endure watching it with my son, it just doesn't do the trick. Spongebob is more suited to cleaning my bathroom than taking out my aggression. Those Miis could be characters in a cartoon based on the fitness of my family.

The snow while pretty is partly to blame here. It's cold and wet and makes the roads slick. While it's enjoyable to look out the window while sitting by the fire, I have no desire to go out and walk my three miles I could be walking if it were warmer. I have a theory that you lose more if you walk when it's warm because you get hot faster, thereby making you sweat more, thus losing more weight. I am sure that's not how it works, but it is my excuse none the less. Of course I am the same person who reasons that if you have fruit in your ice cream it's less fattening. Without you are asking for trouble, with you have just covered the fruit part of your nutrition scale turning the ice cream to full on dairy and no longer the sugars you don't want. So my reasoning skills may be a bit off.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Life In The Slow Lane

Hello Friends!

  I hope you're having a fantastic day! I've been thinking for a couple days, "What should I write about next?"  The tragedy in Arizona has been high on my emotional radar since it occurred, a most upsetting situation for everyone injured, the families of the victims and our country.  The biggest thing in my head was, immediately, that I was annoyed by the sheriff of Pima County for bringing "political vitriol" into the situation. Politics had nothing to do with this horrible act and bringing it up was an extreme example of inciting hatred, which, I'm sure, was not his intention, we as humans try to find an explanation for terrible events, but his comments were a prime example of extreme irresponsibility.  That said, the emotional aspect of this event is just very difficult...  Lives lost, people injured, lives turned upside down.   When things like this happen, it just makes me want to spend more time with my family and hug them and hold them all very tightly.

 My thoughts wandered to something that I hold near and dear and just recently, it has been given a name - The Slow Movement.  In our hurried and harried society, going slow is the exact opposite of what we're accustomed to.  We're used to rushing to get places, make appointments, see people, do things, run errands, take the kids to soccer, dance, karate, play dates, clean the house, make dinner, pick the kids up from school... and on and on.  The Slow Movement, and the Slow Food Movement in particular, seeks to trek a new path through the rush.  We're certainly used to Fast Food - A day's worth of Calories, fat and sodium, delivered through your car window in two minutes... and all this for ONE DOLLAR!  Slow food is the opposite of the mess that is fast food.  Slow Food is lovingly prepared REAL FOOD, nutritious, good for the body and soul. Sure, it takes time to prepare, but the pleasure of consuming something that is good for you and your family is well worth the time spent in the kitchen. The Slow Food movement also encompasses the themes of sustainability, eating fresh, seasonal, local foods, raw milk, small scale farming and biodiversity.  Some of the themes are a bit on the tree hugger side for some, but if you take a look at the purpose and think about the positive outcomes of this lifestyle, I think even the most skeptical will agree that, for the most part, this is a good idea.

 I'd like to share a website with you.  I found it a few days ago, and there is so much to read and ponder and enjoy, I think you'll like it too.

 The Slow Movement

And I'm going to leave you with a few pictures of our farm...where we try to enjoy life in the Slow Lane.  Much Love and Peace, My Friends.

George, our milk machine.  :)

Sam, helping make a "salad" treat for the chickens and goats - all homegrown and wild crafted edibles from our yard - edible for animals AND people!

Homemade crusty french bread
One of  "the girls" - Paco
A day's harvest
Family Dinner Table
Happy Kids

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

He Gave a Word

I love this story so much, I can’t stand it. This is one of those life moments I hope I never forget.

Last year, God took me through an intense series of lessons on trust, and I have to be truthful…I was a struggling student at best. And one particular Thursday morning was not a shining moment on the subject. I sat in my office, working on reports and feeling very restless in my mind.

At last, I did what I had learned to do when such a moment hit. I closed my door and prayed out loud while I worked. (I closed the door so my co-workers wouldn't eavesdrop on God. Or maybe because I didn't want strange looks from those who passed by the door and found me talking out loud…)

But it’s too cool a story to not let you eavesdrop:

Bekah: Abba, I’m struggling and I need help. Please help me.

God: You need to trust Me.

Bekah: I need a word from You.

God: TRUST. That’s the word you need. (HEY. I told you I was a struggling student.)

Bekah: I think I’m feeling the effects of being down two prayer warriors today.

(Side note: I had a couple of friends who took it upon themselves to pray for me often during that season of my life. They emailed me every day, even if I never answered, just to tell me they were praying. That particular day, both of them ended up with family health emergencies and I knew their attentions were rightfully focused elsewhere.)

God: Bek, you have Sue Ann. And where two or three are gathered…

Sue Ann is, in the words of my friend Julie, a treasure. She declared herself a prayer warrior for me and has been used by God for more than one profound moment in my desert journey. I know she prays for me, but I hadn’t been thinking of her right then. Determined to overcome, I clenched my jaw, straightened up in my chair and tried really hard to trust.

Remaining deeply engrossed in my reports, I literally jumped when my phone buzzed about three minutes later. I normally move it to silent at work but I was hoping to hear word from one of the prayer warriors about their situations, so I’d left it on vibrate. I glanced over, fully expecting to see a text, but the screen flashed Call from Sue Ann.

That was odd. She’d never called me at work before. I don’t take personal calls at work, but I knew I should answer that one. I picked it up and Sue Ann’s sweet voice said, “I know you’re at work and I hope I’m not overstepping my bounds here.”

Her next words brought goose bumps.

“I was just sitting here praying for you while I was doing my devotions and the Lord said I should call and read this to you. Do you have just a minute?”

I was pretty sure that since I’d just told the Lord I needed a word and HE had just reminded me about Sue Ann, a phone call from Sue Ann in which she promised to give me a word was a clear sign of Divine leading.

Sue Ann began to read: Hebrews 11:1 – Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. (Yes, I shook my head. Hmmm….can we say TRUST!?!?)

Then she began to read words from Max Lucado’s book, When God Whispers Your Name. “Faith is trusting what the eye can’t see. Eyes see the prowling lion. Faith sees Daniel’s angel. Eyes see storms. Faith sees Noah’s rainbow. Eyes see giants. Faith sees Canaan. Your eyes see your faults. Your faith sees your Savior. Your eyes see your guilt. Your faith sees His blood. Your eyes see your grave. Your faith sees a city whose builder and maker is God. Your eyes look in the mirror and see a sinner, a failure, a promise breaker. But by faith you look in the mirror and see a robed prodigal bearing the ring of grace on your finger and the kiss of your Father on your face.”

I had goose bumps and tears. After she read that, she assured me of continued prayers and hung up the phone.

That is God at work.

Monday, January 17, 2011


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