It’s the quiet moments that are the hardest. You know the ones –
With gatherings and simple in-person interaction pretty much non-existent, I’m compelled to ask –
How’s your love tank?
It’s time to define what a widow’s distress looks like in the various stages of widowhood so we can debunk the pitfalls that keep us from diving in to help.
I have been in a season of quietness, trusting the Lord with all that I am.
A new day, a new year, a new decade. 2020.
We use filters in so many ways. Air filters in the heater, the car, the vacuum. Water filters in our fridge and sink. Apps on our phones, computers, and TV. Shucks, even cigarettes have filters. What is the greatest filter we have for our lives?
Can you picture a lion, pacing behind the bars, roaring, shaking his mane, seeing his goal, ready to run and move and live, only held back, caged?
Happy Independence Day! Be strong. Be beautiful. Be new.
Words. So many words spilling over one another in my mind. I hardly have the brain space to capture and process a thought or idea and another one is vying for attention.
I can attest to having all manner of thinks, but I seem to have departed from the text.