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He’s Only Just Begun
As I sit in the quiet of this bright Sunday morning, my mind reflects and my heart ponders the pure goodness and power of God. While I would love to be worshipping with my church family this morning, I don’t think I’m quite ready yet. So I sit in the presence of God in the comfort of my recliner. Covered by my new favorite blanket (thanks, Michelle!), and a kidney-shaped pillow laid across my middle, I read about the God of All in The Valley of Vision.
The Journey Continues…
“Then sings my soul, my Savior, God to Thee…” I had barely gotten through the first line of that song when the tears started to come. Quickly recognizing the song as one we sang at my dad’s funeral, one of my boys whispered, “Did you bring any tissues?” They know me too well. I almost always get emotional during Sunday morning worship. But today the tears flowed fast, hard, and without restraint.
Where Joy Begins
The doctor was certain. The tests revealed what they had prayed would not be true. The two of them would never have children. It simply was not possible. His words rang through their ears and pierced their hearts. But God, why? But God, don’t you know how badly we want this? Motherly intuition had told her their first child would be a girl, and they’d even chosen a name – Julie Ann. But now their worst nightmare had been confirmed, and a mother she might never be.