Hope for When God Moves the Finish Line
Recently, I’ve been listening to the Book of Mark as I get ready for work in the mornings. Although I had downloaded a fully dramatized version, complete with quills scratching on parchment, dogs barking, creaking doors, and busy street-market background sounds, I instead chose to enjoy a simple narration spoken by a gentleman named . . .
One morning before work, I felt prompted to take a miniature tin bucket with me to give to a family. Pausing to listen for further guidance from the Holy Spirit, I felt that I was to share the following word of exhortation with them and then to present the little pail as a tangible reminder of God's promise to them.
Here is what I sensed . . .
After getting rear-ended a couple of weeks ago, our insurance company provided a rental while our car was being repaired. A blessing amidst that upheaval was the fun of driving a well-equipped new car that included Apple CarPlay. This feature allowed the Maps app on my iPhone to be displayed on the built-in dashboard screen.
One evening . . .
Sometimes there's grace to clean it up
A number of years ago, we made the 22 hour trip to Maine with our dog, Sophie. She loved the cottage where we stayed and enjoyed taking long naps on the cozy couch opposite the fireplace. One afternoon, a neighbor came by to introduce herself with her three Labrador Retrievers in tow. Not confident in how Sophie might react to these canine . . .
Getting a little bored with the voice that my Waze app used to navigate my way through the mystery of morning traffic each day, I decided to explore other available options. After a recent upgrade, I discovered an unexpected alternative, "English (US) - Boy Band."
The first time I heard it "speak" I laughed out loud. Instead of an . . .
Recently, a good friend and I embarked on an 8-hour road trip to Michigan. The long journey allowed for rich, deep, and mutually edifying conversation with this young man that I consider to be a son in the faith. As the miles passed and the fuel monitor began to creep towards "E," we stopped at a Pilot to refuel. Enjoying the opportunity to . . .
Recently, I came across a video on my Twitter feed from a friend whose son had finished treatment at a children’s hospital. Having known of this precious one since he was very small, my heart was moved as I watched this now little boy pass under a “You are a Hero” sign and confidently walk down a hallway lined with wildly . . .