Tag: weary

Rest…

Some nights sleep is illusive. I’m not fretting about anything in particular. And weariness isn’t really in my mind or body – could it be soul rest is missing? In this world, that wouldn’t be a hard thing to miss out on. Just when…

I Declare…

My childhood was a bit eclectic when it came to speech. From deep south ‘Well I declares’ to out west trend setting phrases. I’m finding words are not wasted in the Bible. Each purposeful, each calling attention. Many times in the book of John…

Peaking Out…

A three month old buries his face in mommy’s neck as the photographer tries to capture his smile. A two year old boldly walks down the street until he hears me say “car” and then quickly hides behind my legs and peers out. Me…

Hold My Wait…

We’re only one week into a new year and already anxiousness and fretting have penetrated most days. Oh, I’m good at disguising them in prayers. Asking the only One who can accomplish my God sized longings. Truth is though, the many words and the…

The List…

I make lists. And I love crossing them off. Each little ‘to do’ that’s done somehow is satisfying. But recently in another great book by Max Lucado, Unshakable Hope, I read this at the end: “In the first chapter I told you that the…

Hope Happens…

Any given day the headlines are scary reading – suicide, shooting, missing. And hope seems lost. And yet…the widow clings, the terrified students grasp, the mother and father print posters. It’s a soul thing – we know hope is real. We know, but how?…

Eyes Fixed…

How do you teach a one year old about Easter? The little guy in our life is thrilled to point out birds in the blue sky, search for the airplane he hears overhead, and loves to come up to the base of a tree…

A Little Less Glitter…

What a noisy world. Constantly bombarding us with the latest scandal – and then there’s news of volcanoes erupting, submarines lost, hurt after hurt. Weary ears yearn for quiet, for all this to just stop, even for a moment. But it doesn’t. So can…

Aftermath…

Much of our world knows nothing of hurricanes – but for those living in their paths, be they in America or the Philippines or wherever – we know the aftermath. This time I’m calling it the After-Matth-ew. South Florida, where I live, is no stranger…

Strong In…

A hurting world cries out ‘where is justice’ ‘where is relief’ ‘where is help’? A son kills his father, policemen fear for their lives along with those they defend – and locked doors don’t protect. Rioters in the streets and rich young sports figures question what…

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Mandy Hughes

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