Since 2016 I have been trying to make it a habit to post my annual gratitude list on my birthday. I just read my 2016 and 2017 posts again as I write this, and it’s interesting how long back those two years feel, and almost forgotten:
2016: Wow. Book published. Blog revamped. Baby on the way. Breakthrough (financial). Busting out fires in prayer. Read it here.
2017: It was a crazy year, indeed, and how can I forget I got held up at the Japan immigration?! ??? Read it here.
This post is a continuation of how the faith of Noah spoke to me, as he was cited on Hebrews 11:7. If you haven’t read the first part of this post, please read that one first here.
Because we named our son Noah AND I was not in the meeting when the speakers for a series of church activities was discussed, I was assigned to speak about the life of… Noah (from the bible). ? Sharing with you here some of my notes. We named our son Noah because the bible says Noah…
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. ?
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.