A Link for You to Ponder on This Sunday Morning
What you need today and what you’re offered for tomorrow –reading this set me to humming a hymn.
What you need today and what you’re offered for tomorrow –reading this set me to humming a hymn.
We have a Saturday evening church service and wanted to refresh the décor on the stage, so we put together a design team. Our sanctuary seats 600, and the space is extremely large to work with. I heard my friend say that the large space needs to be filled with large design. Tom Matherson, writer for…
What I needed all along was a place where I could bring my sin, but no one pointed the way (or more likely they did but I never saw it.) Most wanted me to feel better about myself. God loves you, they said. Well, yes, but what about all this YUCK inside me? What about the ill-spoken words to a…
I had a long list of chores to do yesterday. Matt requested clean jeans; everybody needed a lunch packed; the fridge was empty, so a grocery list was in the works; and tomatoes awaited planting. Before getting started on all of this, I sat down with my Bible and read about Solomon building the temple for the Lord. “…the…
I woke up the Monday after Mother’s Day, to read that almost 20 people were injured by a shooter in a Mother’s Day parade in New Orleans. Brutality picks up speed. The saying goes, “There’s a place for everything and everything in its place.” But there’s no place in the mind to put the testimony…
Here are 10 things you could force me to do, and I would not fight you: Drink a second cup of coffee. Read a book before I could eat dinner. Listen to my children sing. Organize a desk. Snuggle with Matt under a blanket in front of the fireplace. Fold towels. Spend three hours…
I had a sleepover in my daughter’s dorm room last week, before helping her move out for the semester. I thought it was very brave of me to climb up on that high bunk bed. Jayme left for an evening study session for her last final, and I laid in bed for quite a while listening to…
I sat in American history class in college, furiously taking notes, but every time the teacher paused I doodled on the side of the paper. Matthew Matthew Fitzwater Mrs. Matthew Fitzwater Christy Fitzwater In cursive. In print. Encased in hearts. With swirls and loops. Should I write the F the unique way he does? (I decided…
Why does one woman suffer with diabetes her entire life while another is healthy? Why does one woman lose her house in a fire while another woman’s house stands? Why does one woman wait longingly to see one positive pregnancy strip while another woman drives a van full of kids? I made a discovery in…
Sunday we loaded up the car and drove to our favorite little park in Lakeside, on Flathead Lake. From there we took a leisurely stroll (1.6 miles –we know because afterward Matt had to clock it) on the road that hugs the lake. It was the perfect day, with not a cloud in the sky…
While Jayme studied in the eleventh hour for a macroeconomics final, I grabbed cleaning supplies and started working. Room inspection by the dorm resident assistant would be in an hour and a half, and I figured I could easily whip the room into shape by then. I whetted a paper towel and began swiping out…
I recently received an email from a friend, with three words that kept me going at a time when I wanted to give up writing. Amazing the power in three words coming to me at just the right time. I have been learning recently that we are not to seek the approval of others, as we serve Christ, yet the…
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