“When they call to me, I will answer them; when they are in trouble, I will be with them.” Psalm 91:15a
The sun streamed in through the window casting a checker board of morning light onto the walnut blonde floor, like a flamboyant guest without an invitation. My fingers tapped incessantly as my arms lay at both sides of my hospital gown on the bed. Thoughts flew wildly around my head, like a trapped parakeet in a closed room.
Verb: Walk (wok). . . To move at a regular pace by lifting and setting down each foot in turn, never having both feet off the ground at once. It’s what we teach our young children . . . just put one foot in front of the other.
Sounds simple, yet, like a toddler first learning to walk, sometimes those “steps” are met with uncertainty, causing us to falter, or perhaps fall. Take hiking, for instance. You never know what lies ahead, or how the terrain of your path may change . . . however, in order to reach your destination, you still have to put one foot in front of the other.
I absolutely love shiny, glossy wrapping paper at Christmas. I always have. Although I don’t always receive gifts wrapped in this kind of paper, I always wrap gifts with it. Not every single gift, but most of them, especially for my family. I go out of my way to browse around the shops, looking to find exactly the right tube of decorative wrapping. Something shiny and bright, but not gaudy. Something sleek, pretty, and–classy.
“Death is all around us.” I softly uttered these words to my husband as we sat on our back porch sipping coffee in the cool of the morning.
The older we’ve become, the more acutely aware Jeff and I have grown to the sobering reality our days are truly numbered. We’ve started to exchange strange expressions with each other as people we know, some we deeply love, have either suffered great tragedies, or . . . died.
No, no, no…don’t do it! Don’t you DARE dig up that seed you planted in faith, starting to take root. Trials can cause us to doubt, and I’m famous for placing something in God’s hands, only to take it back again.
“Your blessings lay beyond your fear.” — Shannon L. Alder
My entire body visibly shook as I poked my toe into the crisp water. Gentle ripples playfully lapped at my legs as I braced myself for further submersion. With teeth clenched and hands held high, I stepped downward into the pool; the frigid water in stark contrast to the torrid heat of the day.
I was enjoying a long-overdue, out-of-state visit with my relatives. My aunt and I had been running errands and visiting other nearby kin I hadn’t seen in several years. Time passed quickly. The return back to my aunt and uncle’s home took much longer than expected.
“Well–I just wanted to rest my legs for a second.”
“Honey-love, you can’t do that! We’ll crash. If you need to rest, just let me know.”
I dropped my head toward the pavement, silently muttering my frustration. I was trying, I really was. It just wasn’t easy for me to express my every move. Cackles of laughter snapped me back to attention and I glanced up to a swarm of young adults approaching us on our left. Without warning, I obeyed my impulse to lean to the right—perhaps, maybe way right. Continue reading →
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