The Impossible Stops

“It’s mine!” the kindergarten girls both screamed at the same time. “She took it. It’s mine.” “No, it’s mine. I had it. I brought it from home.” I finally got them to stop talking and answer my questions one girl at a time. “Where did the eraser come from?  Who gave it to you?”  The…

In the last post we talked about the fact that Gideon seemed to have an open heart that desired to believe and obey God. Today I want to share the steps I see that God took to deal with Gideon’s fear when God told him to fight the Midianites that had been oppressing Israel for seven…

“No, this can’t be happening.” My body and brain instantly reacted. Denial filled my mind and heart. After months of waiting, the countdown to see my daughter and grandson had dropped down to mere hours, only to self-destruct.  I arrived at the airport to a joyful surprise – a former co-worker was on the first…

Sobs leaked out of the play tent my then-3-year-old grandson commandeered as his sleeping quarters for Grandma camp. I peeked in. “Hey Buddy, I love you. Why are your crying? Because I said you earned a consequence for disobeying?” “No,” he moaned out. “I’m crying because I’m mad at myself!” Fifteen minutes earlier I gave…

UPDATE: I discovered that the  picture I wrote about and attached to this post has some controversy over who sketched it originally. Since I cannot accurately give credit to the artist or find a downloadable copy to buy, I will let you use your imagination or google laughing Jesus.  The picture of Jesus entrances me…

Challenge My sweat glands worked a little too prolifically in my teen years, if you know what I mean. Yep. That. The conspicuous wet circle around the armpit. Devastating for a teen surrounded by those who didn’t ever seem to have an issue. Triple digit weather every summer in my childhood California town kept mine…