My toddler grandsons love to count. Chairs, stuffed animals, toys, ears, toes, freckles, trees, stars—you name it—they will count it.
The joy of counting begins early. One-two buckle my shoe anyone?
But somewhere along the way the simple pleasure of numbering gets distorted.
As adults, we place a numerical value on everything—calories, steps, social media likes and follows, friends, points, wins, clients, money, possessions, etc.
Three-four I want some more.
But all this counting makes me feel like I’m…I don’t know…missing something. Continue reading
I turned the page in my calendar/planner and ran my hand over the blank squares. Ah, a fresh start. December’s grid was covered with notes, plans, and obligations, but January was the tip of a brand new year—unadorned with duties and responsibilities. For now.
What will I do with this fresh set of days?
There is one thing of which I am sure—I want less.
Less worry—and more faith in the One Who created me. Continue reading
Part 3: God Is Not Quite Enough
If someone asked us point blank if we thought God was “enough,” we would say, “Of course! He’s all I need.”
But our lives tell another story.
My marriage needs Jesus and for my spouse to shape up and make me happy.
My children need to know the Lord and to have the latest gadgets, excel in school, and be popular with their peers.
I need the wisdom of God’s Word and the advice of self-help books and that psychologist on television. Continue reading
The last days and weeks in the good ‘ole USA have been, um…unusual. Unsettling. Worthy of serious hand-wringing.
Many Christians have soul-sighed, “Oh, for cryin’ out loud. Why don’t those sinners just stop, you know, sinning? Come on, Lord…repair those reprobates and all will be right with the world.”
Which leads us to the first myth or falsehood we as Christians sometimes believe: Continue reading
Distant thunder rolled and rumbled as a rainstorm moved through the area. My middle grandson watched mesmerized as water pelted the windows and puddles formed outside his house where we were spending the morning together.
His 18-month-old body wriggled with excitement and wonder as he stayed by his rain-watching post.
Then came a flash of lightening and my warning to move back from the window. He looked at me, unsure of what to do. Then…
BOOM! Continue reading
Father God, thank you for the promise of forever with You. Thank you for the perspective, purpose, and motivation it gives on this life journey. I love You, Jesus.
He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end (Ecclesiastes 3:11).
For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 6:23).
I am hard pressed between the two. My desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better (Philippians 1:23).
I pray your week is blessed.
Leigh Ann 🙂
Prone—an interesting word.
The dictionary definition is having a natural inclination or tendency to something; disposed; liable.
Synonyms include, susceptible, vulnerable, liable, and open.
Oh, I am so prone to certain things. I tend to:
—Surrender to cravings for peanut M&M’s
—Binge-watch football on the weekends
—Totally spoil my grandsons (Not going to fight this vulnerability)
But sadly, I succumb to the more serious. I’m prone to: Continue reading
Father God, I pray that my thought-life will belong to You. Help me to never settle for simply thinking good thoughts. May I daily immerse myself in Your Word so that my inmost self is molded and shaped by the power of Your Holy Spirit. Thank you, Father, for the life of obedience, strength, and joy that results from pursuing Your heart and mind. I love You, Jesus.
Praying that you have a Phil. 4:8 week!
Leigh Ann 🙂
No matter what trials we face,
What heartaches we experience,
What darkness we endure,
If we have made a decision to live for Jesus Christ, we have supernatural resources.
We have hope:
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain (Hebrews 6:19).
We can have peace: Continue reading
Have you caught it? You know, Olympic fever.
That marvelous illness that makes us want to set a timer when we run to the mailbox. Awesome. I obliterated my last time by four seconds. Bam.
I’m completely hooked. Yesterday I jumped from our front porch swing and stuck the landing.
Even my 2 ½ -year-old grandson jumps around “competing,” then stops and places his hand over his heart. I guess it’s never too early to practice your victorious national anthem stance. Continue reading