Viewing entries posted in 2007
"Pray for each other" James 5:16I had planned to post a short devotion earlier today but never got around to it. I had several thoughts running around in my head about a particular passage I've been studying and wanted to dive deeper into. But when it came time to sit at the computer no words came.
This weekend I went to see Brave with my almost 18, senior in high school, about to leave the nest, teenage daughter. No one warned this momma that I would be in serious need of some Kleenex as I watched this coming of age movie with my almost come of age daughter sitting beside me.
Yesterday should have been my twentieth wedding anniversary. I had planned to be celebrating with a cruise to the Caribbean or something of the like. Instead I found myself surrounded by waters not so tropical. After a long day at work I came home to an empty house and a shaggy lawn.
I grew up in the South where Snipe hunting was a rite of passage. Unfortunately for me I was a rather gullible young girl who fell for the challenge of capturing my very own snipe. For those of you not familiar with Snipe hunting let me enlighten you.
Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trialsknowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may beperfect and compete, lacking in nothing. James 1:2-4 I've just started Beth Moore's study on the book of James and this passage is my current memory verse.
When I woke up this morning my first thought was that tomorrow is Easter. Resurrection day. Time to celebrate Christ's victory over sin and death. In between Good Friday's reflections of the price he paid on the cross and Easter morning's celebration of the empty tomb sits a quiet Saturday.
This week isn't turning out like I had planned. The kids are at their dad's for a few days. Normally I fill any time they're away with distractions. But this time the two friends I rely on to distract me are out of town, out of the country actually.
This following Jesus thing is hard. I used to think that at some point I would reach a place of spiritual maturity and it would no longer be hard to follow Jesus.
The fan spins round as the house settles in for the night and I lay here on my bed waiting for sleep to come. As I wait I am overwhelmed. For He is here with me. His presence, His peace, is almost more than I can bare. The children whisper to one another from their beds.
