I understand more than the ancients, because I keep thy precepts…
What am I holding onto for dear life, certain that this one thing is going to get me wherever it is I’m going? Is it my writing? My art? My marriage? My parenthood? My home? My friends? My dorky humor?
I have a feeling whatever it is has the potential to become the very thing I’m afraid of.
In the hand of a master storyteller like Dr. Bob Petterson, this heartbreaker’s heartbreaking story can teach us a lesson about how we need never die alone and unloved, thanks to the One who died alone in our stead two thousand years ago, was buried, and according to Scripture rose again three days later to give us life and love.
Just goes to show we all need grace. Even in old age. Even the leaders of the leaders. We’re all standing in the need of prayer. Especially the leaders.
“Quit crying about slavery! It’s been gone 150 years!”
The other side:
“Quit crying about the Confederacy! It’s been gone 150 years!”
Maybe as we look up as light and dark collide, we’ll also listen.
My breath came in gasps. “Lord, it’s okay if people don’t like me. You are the only thing good about me. Everything good about me is because of You. I accept that I’m weak and foolish and nothing.”
I first fell in love with the writing of Angela Hunt as a child when I read her classic, The Tale of the Three Trees. Recently when she shared her expertise as a guest on the Jerry Jenkins Writers Guild, I found I had more in common with her than I could’ve dreamed.
A fallen scrap of thread dropped from atop her door alerts her if someone’s been in her room. Someone in town isn’t who they seem. And it…… Read more “Review of High as the Heavens”
This is a new and improved “Where’s Waldo” -type book that plunges your little detectives into the time of the New Testament. Each page is filled with intricate scenes and various pictures to find.
I’d still keep it as my deep, dark secret, except that tonight I have that same burning “you have to share this.” Call me crazy. Maybe I am. But I’ve lived enough life now to know that God does move us. And we’re crazy not to listen when He speaks.
Ever wonder how we got here? What changed the fanciful world from Anne Shirley’s Lake of Shining Waters to the ferocious world of Katniss Everdeen’s Hunger Games?
What was it about their mothers’ world that spurred 1900s women to don suffragette ribbons and attack police officers in their determination to open voting to women?
