So, here is my good news for today. . .
My husband just brought me 22 roses to celebrate 22 years of marriage today! (And my children each brought me a rose as well!)
May 1, 2020 I am enjoying some Water Cake this morning with my tea. Have you ever tried that? It’s an unusual recipe because it doesn’t require any ingredients from the frig like milk, butter or eggs. It’s made with water and ingredients from the pantry, including oil, flour and sugar. It’s a good recipe to have during times like a pandemic or a blackout, when you can’t always get everything you want at the grocery store or keep everything you want in the refrigerator. As I was making it this week, I was thinking about another woman who didn’t have butter, milk or eggs to cook with either. Her story is in the Bible, in 1st Kings 17. She lived at the same time as God’s prophet Elijah, and there was a drought where they were. From the beginning of this drought, God had led Elijah to a place alongside a brook, where he had good, fresh water to drink. God sent birds to him twice a day, carrying meat and bread for him to eat! Can you imagine what that delivery service might have been ...
One of my children and I were having a cabin fever kind of day recently, missing the freedom to have big adventures and attend big events. You know what I mean? We had been sheltered-in-place about seven weeks and were missing those moments when someone says, "So, what'd you do this weekend?" . . . and you have something big to say. In those conversations, we tend to skip over the details like we brushed our teeth or took out the trash. Instead, we would mention the one or two things that seemed like a big deal. A birthday party, or dinner at somewhere fancy. During the shelter-in-place, we don't get to go to the movies or the mall. No overnight road trips or even trips to the hair salon. It can seem a little depressing. Yet, sometimes, moments of great joy and happiness aren't found in things we think are a big deal; they're found in the little details of our lives. Today was one of those days for me. I woke up to a good-morning kiss from my husband, as...
I was so blessed to get to share a different version of this story in Guideposts magazine this summer! So grateful for that opportunity. Here is the original. His Spirit Over the Waters “Are you sure?” My husband Tom asked. “Yep,” I answered confidently. “I’ll go.” Excitement and determination bubbled up to push my usual fear out of the way. Despite all that had happened, God’s gentle peace had settled in my heart. I wrestled into a wetsuit. It had been a long year for all of us. In fact, for me, it had been five long years of loss after loss. I lost my job in the pandemic and faced the deaths of some of my closest loved ones, due to a variety of causes. Like waves hitting the beach one after another, I felt pounded, smacked to the ground, and knocked a bit off course. Then, unexpectedly, I lost my beautiful sister-in-law of nearly thirty years to covid. Michelle and I had talked often about being old together some day, caring for our parents-in-law and watching our kids grow...
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