Sometimes, it’s the small things that hurt. My salubsob story and how it reminded me of how God uses others to help us grow in character.
A few days ago I had the privilege of teaching a couple of topics in one of our classes in church. Since it was my first time to teach in that class, I made it a point to come early and listen to the sessions before mine. One of the earlier sessions was on servant…
Quiet time: when it’s not the same as before, and facing the fact that it won’t ever be like before, at least for quite a while. At least for me.
Seed to sow. Bread to eat. Sow and reap. Give and be generous. If you have sown, you can expect to reap. And during the waiting time, God provides, too!
It took me eleven months to come to terms with the fact that this adjusting to mommyhood won’t ever end, and that it’s part of the joys of life. 😅
She was 86.
If we need to hold their hands so they can stand, we will, and we must, until the time comes when they can do so on their own. To stand. To walk. To run.
As I’ve mentioned in my previous post, I’ve always been asking God for humility and a pure heart. The opposites are just too easy to fall into: it’s so easy to be swayed to arrogance and not notice when pride seeps in, and it’s easier to turn the eye away and move on with my own…
I started this 21-Day Bible Reading Plan yesterday today (still working my way through attending to my newborn) and I wanted to share what struck me most from Day 1.
Finally, we got to attend service again. It’s been two months since we last attended. Last time, I gave birth the night after we attended, and this time, we had Noah with us! I just love how yesterday’s focus verse was something I can totally understand in a whole new light: