It’s been over 30 years and I still remember: the comment a teacher made about me to my mother at conferences
Today, we Honor all Mothers, and so Jesus we lift up Mother everywhere this day – especially:
I appreciate you.
These are words that most people like to hear. They can help us to feel seen, recognized, validated. Recently, I said this to someone and got an unexpected response. While my words were sincere and heartfelt, they triggered a negative reaction.
Why?
You need to ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your life. Hurry is the great enemy of the spiritual life. Eliminate hurry, and you will find the rest Jesus offers.
In general, I try to live my life without regrets. I try to invest in relationships and not take things for granted. But this year…
You know what I mean. I don’t have to tell you. Even though I may never meet you, I can imagine that at some time in the last 8 months, you have looked out a window and also said to yourself, “If I only knew.”
by Pam Ford Davis .
“Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; For His faithfulness is everlasting .” On Thanksgiving mornings, he opened the door to the formal entry room to our house (used only for storage). Taking a turkey from the frigid room, he carried it to Mom in the kitchen.
“It’s going to get ugly, my friends, really ugly.”
I think we are going to reach the climax of that ugliness; this whole week is going to be really nasty regardless of who wins.
Everything feels uneasy; it is weird trying to get back to normal—it is actually giving me anxiety. Even more anxiety than when everything was closing. Part of my anxiety is not knowing how to act, is it appropriate to go a restaurant? Should I have small gathering with my friends? Do I wear a mask if I am invited into someone’s house? Are we ready? What if there is a second wave?
I don’t know. I just don’t know. There is so much going on in the world right now and then the Minneapolis chaos hits.
It can be overwhelming. I don’t think my heart even knows how to respond. I just know there is a deep ache in my chest and as the drama continues to unfold there is a temptation to be drawn down. Can we ever overcome it?
by Tai Ikomi. THE DAY OF the funeral finally came. It was Tuesday, the eighth of April… 1986, another day that was to remain indelible in my memory.
Week two. How are you doing? My natural inclination (survival instinct) is to look for the positive. More time at home means more:
by Taylor – 1 Corinthians 15:57, (NIV), “But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
As my pastor says, “When we receive a gift, the proper reply is, ‘Thank you.'”
I dealt with this before, I talked to a psychiatrist about it the past. He called it Seasonal Affective Disorder – or SAD (appropriate). I call it my winter blues. There were appropriate steps that I know I could take that would help me, but I just didn’t want to get up. I wasn’t even hungry.
I’ve seen many people use the month of November to list things they are thankful for, but do we abandon that in December just in time for the chaos of preparing for a holiday that is supposed to be peaceful?
