A Slow Soul

So many of our frustrations with others stem from our inability to sit alone in a room with God. Slowing ourselves to His pace will inevitably sort out the vexations that plague us.

Morning Is Coming

My devotional space faces east and it is amazing to rise each morning and watch the Lord knit together a new day. It is typically still inky black outside my window when I first open the scriptures, but pretty soon the eastern sky begins to lighten by degrees. The shadows gather in the corners until they will finally slink away entirely. The black of night fades away to blue and eventually brightens altogether as pink and orange and yellow pour forth. Eventually the sunrise overtakes the nightfall altogether.

Trading In

The more I pondered the lousy trade I had made with worry, the more I realized the trade I am pre-approved for. My Father in heaven has financed a far better exchange: He’s set it up so I can swap out worry (which is worthless) for peace (which is priceless).

A Parental Assist

Mothering is certainly not limited to one day on the annual calendar. Mothering is a day-in and day-out endeavor. This feels obvious when our children are in diapers requiring bottles every three hours, but the responsibility does not lessen when they spread their wings and leave the nest.

Mired in Moab

I think about Ruth’s roots in Moab and I remember that we, too, are sojourners. Each and every believer on earth is just passing through on our way to a far better place. We have a Home just over the horizon, a whole new life awaiting us in a land we haven’t yet set foot in.