“Katie, if you close your eyes and be still, it’ll be easier to fall asleep.” “Okay,” smiled the sweet little voice of the 4-year-old. She adjusted her blanket, laid down, and closed her eyes, her smile still sitting innocently on her lips. I smiled and shook my head. All of her classmates had been sleeping… Continue reading “You’re so silly.”
I forgot. How silly of me. I don’t want a vehicle; I want more of You. I don’t want a new job; I want more of You. I don’t want a husband; I want more of You. I don’t want seven kids; I want more of You. I don’t want provision; I want Your presence.… Continue reading Not Miracles; the Miracle Worker
Miracles require hopeless situations. Remind myself that. Remind my faith that. Miracles require hopeless situations. If Lazarus had not died, Jesus could not have resurrected him. If Jesus’s followers had brought enough food to sustain themselves, Jesus would not have needed to multiply the fish and bread. If Jesus had waited and taken a boat… Continue reading A Reminder About Miracles
My knees bend, and suddenly I am kneeling. I am no longer aware of whatever song is being sung, although my mouth and voice continue with the melody. He kneels before me. Head bowed, I wait for Him to take my hand, but instead He waits. I glance up and am struck by the sadness… Continue reading Succumbing to Fear
