With one son 13 years old, and another getting ready to graduate from HS, I think about how fast the time has gone. We recently attended a senior awards banquet for my oldest son’s fall athletic season, and parents were invited to submit photos for their senior from infancy through this year for the senior slide show. As I searched for appropriate photos, the years raced through my mind. [more]
His lips quivered, and his eyes filled with mist that threatened to overflow like Niagra Falls. His young man body pulled into himself and suddenly looked like the little boy he really was…meek, timid, and afraid; my youngest son reaching toward adulthood yet part of him clinging onto childhood, either way too young for the imaginations now running through his mind. [more]
This morning as I donned my t-shirt, leggings, and walking shoes, I walked out the door to find it chilly enough to return inside for a sweatshirt to complete my walking wardrobe. The sun shone brightly, but heat had not yet descended upon the day. The breeze was chilly, and the air still crisp as leaves and dropped acorns crunched under the weight of my feet. [more]
We didn’t ask for it, and we weren’t prepared for it when it struck. In fact, the most devastating news came at what was supposed to be our most joyous occasion in years. [more]
Just as our military’s sacrifice comes at a price, so too did Jesus’s sacrifice. Today’s post reflects on the cost to us.
I can look back and see how my struggle to fully trust God has been much like a game of tug of war. At times I trust Him so easily, yet at other times, I seem to fight with all my might by trying to achieve in my own strength rather than trusting His. So I began to seek out how to trust God more quickly and completely.
