You, the one with the hurting heart, who doesn’t want to move forward, who doesn’t want to risk loving again. Oh friend, it’s worth the risk, the hurt, the pain. Though you feel like the walking dead, it’s worth keeping your zombie heart beating. Jesus is for you, loves you, … Continue reading →
Enjoying the day, sweet hubby and I made our way along a pathway in the woods. We stopped at a small bridge leading over a dry creek bed to survey the beauty. Sunlight filtered through the trees and their leaves swayed in the fall breeze. Crashing sounds drew our attention … Continue reading →
While rereading Genesis the other day, this verse stood out … “Abraham breathed his last and died in a ripe old age, an old man and satisfied with life; and he was gathered to his people.” ~ Genesis 25:8 (NASB) Abraham died and was gathered to his people. Isaac, Jacob, … Continue reading →
Sweet hubby and I watched an old movie with Audrey Hepburn. Stately, elegant, beautiful yet approachable, Audrey Hepburn. The next day, insecurity jumped all over me. I don’t look like Audrey Hepburn, my hair isn’t as cute as hers, and I can barely walk straight in high heels. Whimper. Comparing … Continue reading →
The memory pounced, blindsided, and left me reeling. I stood trying to regain my thoughts. Painful memories can’t be changed, I can’t alter what happened, and at times it leaves me heart-broken and heart-sick. Oh, I need a mind wash. I need to forget that terrible thing that happened, that … Continue reading →
Happy New Year, my friends!! New Year is about new beginnings.Regardless of what last year was like, we are given new opportunities, new experiences, and new everything! God’s mercies are new every morning. God makes all things new. God. Makes. All. Things. New. Isn’t that awesome! The same God who creates unique snowflakes, recreates us with His loving, grace-filled touch.Continue reading →
I’m pondering how often we refuse to move forward. We get rutted and trapped in the past, clinging to the thing that destroyed the life we wanted or imagined.
There is a time to mourn and weep, but we’ve turned it into a lifestyle, and “poor me” has become an idol. Self is exalted over God. We aren’t hearing His voice nor hearing His call because we are too busy listening to our own complaints and whines. I’ve been there, done that–sat and stewed and mourned. And the longer I stewed in my stew, the stinkier my stew (and me) became. Ugh.