I hope you have a wonderful holiday with your friends and family!
Sweet Friends, My life has been whirling by, every day, and at the end of the day, I say, "What day is this? What did we do today?" and can hardly remember because it has been such a whirlwind. But this week, is such a great week to s l o w down and to stop and make a life-memory in your mind. This week, I have sat inside and sipped hot drinks all day for our mini-blizzard, listening to Joy saying, "Look at the beautiful sparkles God created. Isn't it gorgeous." Yesterday, I had 30 women in my home for a baby shower. I love celebrating babies. But this week, I will be celebrating Thanksgiving all week. It is a great time to plant deep memories in the souls of our children through ... Keep Reading
Trying to do the Lord's work in your own strength is the most confusing, exhausting, and tedious of all work. But when you are filled with the Holy Spirit, then the ministry of Jesus just flows out of you. CORRIE TEN BOOM It’s a miracle! I thought to myself as I closed the door behind me. Somehow I had managed to slip out of bed without waking Clay, slip on my shoes and a comfy sweater, and get out the door for a Saturday morning coffee--even at 6:15. As I sat in the cozy corner of the café, coffee in hand, I basked in the delight of a stolen moment alone. I read my morning verses, and jotted down some deep thoughts in my journal. I will be so kind, very loving, and patient today, I ... Keep Reading
I'm so glad Joel's story didn't end where I finished yesterday! Here's the rest of the story, and what I learned in it ... His six-month-old body was stretched out with his arms perpendicular to his sides and his pale, chubby legs extended into a wide V. His eyelids were swollen and red, circled by rings of darkness. Sweat had pasted his straight blond hair to his forehead. His small chest heaved with every breath. As I watched him, passionate love poured through my fatigued heart. I longed to hold him and rock him and sing to him. I realized how precious this little treasure of a boy was to me. How l wished I could comfort him with life-giving words of hope, strength, and ... Keep Reading
Many years ago, we left our beloved Vienna to return to the United States. Clay kindly stayed behind to manage all that had to be done with the movers, which meant I was alone wrangling little Sarah, 2 1/2 as well as baby Joel, 6 months, along with all the accoutrements common to traveling with children--big diaper bags, a stroller, and toys I hoped would help occupy and soothe them throughout the long international flight--through the airports. By the time we finally arrived at my mother-in-law's, 28 hours since we had started, I was not only exhausted, but extremely worried about Joel, and with good reason... Sarah had trooped through the journey fairly well but nearly fell asleep ... Keep Reading