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Lessons from Texas Ranger
I mentioned in a previous post that our youngest dog had to have knee surgery. As a young, active black lab, the injury he sustained is quite common. The surgery is only an hour or so long and has been done so many times that it’s almost routine, with a 95% success rate. We have the resources to do the surgery and my husband didn’t want to lose one of his hunting buddies at 4 years old. No one warned me how much work it would be to keep an 85-pound four-year-old trained hunting black lab who loves to jump calm and quiet for four months! Even with sedation, the…
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Seasons of Change: When Seasons Collide
I am sitting in one of my favorite spots, a little sofa where I do my morning devotionals and my evening journaling. I am a mix of emotions right now. On one hand, I am excited as another one of my children will get married this weekend. The first got married just a few short months ago. It seems only yesterday that I was running around taking them to school, music practice, Cub Scouts, and hoping that they wouldn’t get the next nasty flu bug going around school. As I think about the years that have passed, I fondly remember the good moments. I remember with chagrin the times I…
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Value of Reading the Bible with Your Child
The value of reading the Bible with your child is so rewarding.
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Okay, God. What’s My Job?
Live according to God’s will. My life is what it is in spite of my efforts. God’s will is done regardless of my support or efforts. However, when I actively seek God’s will and strive to live it out in my life, things go much better. The struggle, I suppose, for most of us is that we fail to feel confident in knowing God’s will. I don’t know that there is a magic formula to having complete confidence in this—we are after all livings as sinners in a fallen world. However, I do think there are things we can do to support our understanding and assurance. Pray. Study the word.…
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Okay, God. What’s my Job?
Stop judging I confess, I can be a judgmental person. I never used to think so. Perhaps because I grew up in a judgmental church and, subsequently, a judgmental family. We were the “good Christians”. You know the ones. Go to church every Sunday. Sunday school. Vacation Bible School. Parents worked and paid bills. Kids behaved and did well in school. It was okay for us to judge since we had it so together, right? And, it’s not like we went out of our way to publicly judge people or tell them to their face they were bad or doing things wrong. Nope, we sat around the table on Sunday…
