What would God see if he looked in our hearts? Are we so consumed with outward appearances or qualities or talents that we neglect our hearts?
It was a time when the standard answer to “How are you?” was “In a time of rest. I feel like we are in between crisis times and need to rest in this season.” It was only a few years ago, but it feels like a lifetime ago.
In the story of our lives, we often have page-turning moments. Those moments when we are leaving one chapter of our lives and entering another. Those page-turning moments are bittersweet as we have excitement toward the next page, but we are looking longingly back toward what has been.
Sometimes the simplest things are the most life-changing.
It’s been exactly a year since we got The Call. In some ways, it seems like forever ago, in others, I can’t believe it has been a full 12 months. In the space of that year, I’ve watched the family transform: allowing memories to fill in spaces where a body sat, speaking freely of personality traits or quotes, choosing to celebrate a Christmas gift one last time without him.
And…when I do see them? When I share in laughs and stories, when we talk about troubles or share advice…I remember. I remember that I miss them.
Are you praying for a miracle? Did it ever occur to you that maybe God wants you to be a part of it your very self?
I don’t recognize the writing. I don’t recognize the return address. I rip open the envelope that came in the snail mail to find a hug on paper. There wasn’t a long note inside. Just a small quote and it was signed “thinking of you this week.”
Golf is the four-letter word of sports. Growing up playing golf does something to you. Something deep.
I often struggle when I see people respond to this question. Are they really praying? Is it just a nice thing we say to one another to make us feel better? Do we really believe in the power of prayer?