Hey there! I thought that was a really cute post you put on face book. While I was there I looked at your face book friends list. How is it that you have so many? Why in the world would that one be your friend? Do you really even know them or is it like “just join the band wagon”? Those are some of the weirdest pictures. Why does that one guy have three different pages with his picture on them? Continue reading
Wonderfully Witty and Wanting Words
The dumb tongue doesn’t stop the dumb mind from minding dumb thoughts even if the tongue is not dumb enough to say them.
Does what we say depend on where we live or does where we live depend on what we say?
Psalm 15:3 (1-5) He that backbites not with his tongue, nor does evil to his neighbor, nor takes up a reproach against his neighbor.
How we say what we say matters: Judges 12:6 Then said they unto him, Say now Shibboleth: and he said Sibboleth: for he could not frame to pronounce it right.
Who hears what we say Matters: Proverbs 15:3 The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.
What we say Matters: Psalm 15:3 He that backbites not with his tongue, nor does evil to his neighbor, nor takes up a reproach against his neighbor. Continue reading
The Hard Birth
She stood in the doorway as I was leaving for a while. She looked up at me, I was almost a foot taller, and she said “Why does it have to be so hard?” Of all the answers I could have given, of all the comforting words which could have been spoken, I simply replied with the one thing I was sure of. I knew her pain, her struggle and uncertainty. I knew the mental anguish and the fear. I knew because I had been in exactly the same dilemma just a couple of years before. I was faced with the same life altering choice and cried out to nobody in particular in the middle of the night “Just show me the truth and I will believe it.” I fell under the weight of the immense struggle. And now here she was asking me for the winning formula and the only thing I could offer was the only thought on my mind, “You’re not saved are you?” She said “No” and quickly threw the door shut. Continue reading
Transition to Joy
There is a part of me who does not want to be where I am doing what I am doing. There is a part of me who is grateful to be where I am, doing what I am. Then there is the part that is at odds with both of those perspectives. We, even those of us who are not color blind, tend to see things in various shades of black and white. Right is almost always right and wrong is usually wrong. Unless it is partially right, then it is just confusing. Continue reading