I lay on the cold ground, flashlight in one hand, rotisserie chicken in the other. I twisted my head just right so I could see under the deck, and catch another glimpse of those familiar eyes. There he was. My lost cat, huddled up in the farthest corner.
My husband and I sat in front of the TV at his Nana’s house. A Hallmark Christmas movie was on, and we got sucked in. For some reason we were in a sarcastic mood that day, and we started sharing some of our “observations” about the movie with each other.
Have you ever thought about what it would have been like to be with the shepherds on the night of Jesus’ birth? Think about the miraculous wonders they witnessed. An angel of the Lord appeared and revealed to them that the promised Messiah had come. They looked on as an entire company of angels fervently worshiped God.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite days of the year. And yes, the opportunity to consume far too much turkey, mashed potatoes, and pie (so much pie!) has a lot to do with my affinity for the holiday. But there’s lots more to love about Thanksgiving beyond just food.
I went axe throwing yesterday. Yes, that's a thing that people do now. Like, for fun. And no, it's not something I ever pictured myself doing. But there I was, with a small sharp object in my hand, and a wooden target in front of me. Somehow, I was supposed to make the two connect.
Some days, I struggle to show up to life. Some days, everything just feels like way too much. There's so much heartache and so much suffering. Across the street, around the world, across the room. Not to mention my own shortcomings and burdens.
Sitting in the coffee shop, I hear the sound track of love coming from the speaker behind me. Or at least, the soundtrack of wedding receptions. Frank Sinatra is, “saying something stupid like I love you,” while Etta James, “wants a Sunday kind of love.
I like direction. I like knowing the big picture. I like clarity. Which I’m learning is a really nice way of saying that I like control. This was a recent revelation for me.
My mom used to sit at the piano and play this old hymn a lot. Sometimes she would even sing along. "Great is thy Faithfulness, O God my Father. " As a child, I’m not sure I understood the significance of those words.
There’s an old praise & worship song I often sang at youth group and church camp back in the 90’s. The song is pretty repetitive, with just one word being replaced with a new one as you sing each subsequent verse. It’s called “Take My Life,” and it goes like this.