As I mentioned in my last post, my son had found a tick embedded inside of his shoulder. Try as I might I could not remove the tick. I was on and off the phone with my husband discussing ways to remove the little pest. My oldest son was scouring the internet in search of some solution. We tried tweezers, squeezing, Vaseline, liquid soap; we even lit a match, blew it out, and touched the tick’s back with the hot end. Nothing. He was not going to budge.
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Category: Faith
Letting Down Your Guard
Yesterday morning my 14 year old son came down stairs visibly flustered. “There’s a tick stuck in me.” I squinted and strained my eyes to try and decipher what I was actually looking at. This was a speck, no bigger than a grain of sand or the tip of a pin; it could easily be mistaken for an ordinary skin mole or a fleck of dirt. After several minutes I concluded that this little dot was indeed a tick embedded in his shoulder.
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Easter: His Finished Work is My New Beginning
“It is finished.”
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God Wastes Nothing
During our church’s Christmas cantata, I was struck with one small phrase: “God wastes nothing.” The words on the screen seemed to penetrate my heart. I kept repeating them and repeating them in my mind; I didn’t want to forget those three small words.
Miss Betty – Opening Your Eyes and Heart to Those Around You
We would see her often, on the way home from church, as we drove to the market, whenever we were simply around town. A woman, older, likely in her sixties, neat, simply dressed, hair done, pushing a shopping cart filled to the brim with black garbage bags. Homeless, I supposed. Not a common sight in our community. Yet, there she was, day in and day out, making a morning pilgrimage down the main street, her cart taking up residence in a local park’s gazebo, and an evening pilgrimage back up the same street to an unknown address.
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Lessons from Dad
Father’s Day comes and goes each year. It’s one of those bittersweet days. I love to celebrate my husband and the wonderful dad that he is to our boys. Yet, inevitably, at some point during the day, I reflect on my own dad. Our journey as father and daughter was an interesting one. I learned some of life’s greatest lessons from my dad. Our story is marked by a sad beginning, a turbulent middle, and redemptive ending. I hope you’ll stick with me.
Seasons
Our family is a winter lovin’ bunch of people. We’ll take snowpants over swimsuits, icicles over ice pops, and cold, rosy cheeks over hot, sunburned shoulders any day of the week! But, I will say, there’s no doubt that this winter has been harsh. Between the consistent, brutally cold temperatures and the icy tundra that has held our lawn captive for months, most people in the eastern portion of the country are yearning for even the smallest signs of spring to emerge. A little bud, a little green, or even a little sneeze would be welcome right about now!
Bearing One Another’s Burdens
Even though I write for my own blog, I do not follow many other blogs. For me, the constraint of time just doesn’t allow me to browse and read other sites regularly. However, I recently read a blog post from A Celebration of Grace, and oh, how it struck me. I reposted the link on my Facebook wall, something I rarely do, and was quite surprised at the number of private messages I received. I was left with this conclusion: there are a whole lot of hurting people out there, many of whom are filling church pews carrying their burdens alone. Why is that?
Being Still
Several weeks ago our family was blessed with a much needed vacation. Our destination was, what I called, “The Middle of Nowhere,” Tennessee. It was a glorious place, a place where cell phones, WiFi, and GPS were obsolete and unavailable. I imagine for some, that may seem like a frightening place, but for my husband and I, it was exactly what we had hoped for.







