Tag: heartache
6 Replacements, No 7
A rumbling whoosh of electricity – exclamations of ‘what was that?’. He runs outside checking, I go from room to room. Then I see it, fire in the oven. The element in our oven super-heated as I warmed breakfast. We called about replacement parts,… Continue Reading “6 Replacements, No 7”
Even Us…
So I’ve been doing this thing, most mornings. I got an old hymnal (btw I can’t sing…at least not well). Starting with hymn one I’ve been listening to and singing along. A joyful noise for God only. Because there’s something about praising Him. Each… Continue Reading “Even Us…”
The Fixer…
Can’t fix the things that seem most broken? Me either. We pray, try to forget or bury, do things, say things, buy things, and worry. And yet the very things we fret over are oh so useful in the hands of The Fixer. No… Continue Reading “The Fixer…”
Falling Together…
Ever have one of those almost asleep moments when suddenly you feel like your falling – then jerk – and you realize your safely in bed? Falling is one of those fear-full things. Hollywood still uses falling out of buildings, off cliffs, over the side… Continue Reading “Falling Together…”
More…
Some things we want more of – some we don’t. Seems like everyone wants more money, more of what someone else has, more time. No one wants more heartache, more pain, or more wrinkles. And yet more money is never enough. More of those we… Continue Reading “More…”
What’s Best…
Lifetimes are spent trying to do what’s best, have what’s best, wishing for what’s best, planning for what’s best. But if it’s doing, we’ll always fall short. If it’s having, someone will always have better. If it’s wishing, much time will be lost. If… Continue Reading “What’s Best…”
No Unbelief…
In Gatlinburg, TN there are burned down dreams and memories in ash piles. A family grieves the loss of a son, not knowing whose anger caused the shots. Another grieves the loss of a father trying to do his job to serve and protect.… Continue Reading “No Unbelief…”
And…the Brave
For a four year old the shallow end of the pool is safe, but the deep end, forget it. The shallow end is where we want our lives to be – safe, familiar, nothing we can’t handle. In this life, before we know it, something… Continue Reading “And…the Brave”
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