Will you be mine? That’s not only a question we might ask another this time of year for Valentine’s Day, but I believe is also the fundamental question Jesus asks each of us. Do you love a good “love story?” I think Jesus had to go through Samaria in order to show one woman just how much He loved her.
Are you making changes in the new year? I’m not much of a fan of New Year’s resolutions per se’.
Instead, I’ve prayerfully considered some basic life principles that I’d like to become more consistent in adopting. These are the kinds of things that I’d like to be known for when I’m no longer here. Life is too short to waste energy on things that don’t really matter.
During a recent afternoon with a friend, we happened upon a gorgeous garden. She offered to pull over to the side of the road so that I could jump out and take some photos.
I always seem to connect with God best through nature. Knowing this about me, she frequently indulges my “need” to capture His beauty in photos.
I was delighted to see beautiful butterflies everywhere. But, a butterfly doesn’t start out beautiful. It goes through a process. Read more for 4 steps to transformation as you prepare for the new in life.
“I think it’s time for a change,” he relayed, with a mixture of frustration, anger, and weariness written across his face.
I had sensed it for a long time, but had been waiting for confirmation from the Lord.
Maybe I had that all along, but fear of change kept me from acknowledging it. I can’t really be sure.
Can I be honest? I think I have a tendency to get caught up in the obsession of sameness.
Have you ever had one of those days where frustration has threatened to over take you? That’s where I sat, on the verge of tears.
Situations occurred that were out of my control, things I was depending on and was now powerless to do anything about. People proved unreliable and undependable. Tasks that should have been simple were proving to be difficult at every turn.
I was emotionally spent. Physically weary. Every ounce of me wanted to give up. I wanted to complain. I wanted wrongs to be made right.
