One Sunday my husband was speaking at a nearby church. The people invited us to stay for the dinner that would follow. When I saw someone haul out a large basket and place it at the exit into the hallway, I wondered if maybe they were planning for an unusually large offering. 🙂 But after the ending “Amen,” of the service, everyone started taking off their shoes and socks and putting them in that basket. That’s when we knew this would be a dinner unlike any we had ever attended. God was preparing us for some barefoot blessings.
WHEN GOD WANTS TO BE YOUR COMFORTER
When you need a personal whisper from your Heavenly Father, where is He? In times of stress, distress, or tragic loss, do you ache for His arms to hold you and carry you through? The loss of some precious friends–a father and his teen-age daughter–prompted me to post this simple devotion. When does God want to be your Comforter? For all who need God’s comfort–and we all do–this one is for you:
TEN WAYS TO REFILL THE EMPTY NEST
Wikipedia describes the empty nest syndrome as “a feeling of grief and loneliness parents may feel when their children leave home for the first time, such as to live on their own or to attend a college or university.” Just as a bird prepares a nest out of bits of twigs, grass, and other sturdy ingredients to serve as a home and refuge for its babies, so we moms have built a nest through the years for ourselves and our families. When that nest begins to empty, how do we fill the vacuum?
Mother or Grandmother: Is There a Difference?
Mother or grandmother: It really doesn’t matter what age or stage a mother is at. Once you’re a mother, you’re a mother forever. God places within each mom the need to nurture her little ones–always guiding, always loving, always giving and prodding them in the right direction with gentle reminders: “Be careful,” “Dress warm,” “Eat healthy.”
Can Angels Have Four Legs?
It showed up out of nowhere…a snowy, white fur ball, pawing playfully at the frayed strings of the sheets covering my back porch plants. I resisted the urge to open the door–partly out of fear, preferring instead to observe the cat’s antics from afar. The last time I’d tried to befriend a “cute” feline, the experience proved less than “angelic.”