Fellowship at My Friend’s Table
There’s been laughter and tears around that table. Prayers and praises. Hurt and healing…
There’s been laughter and tears around that table. Prayers and praises. Hurt and healing…
I’m grateful that as our children grow, God is compassionate, replacing sweet young-child blessings with other precious things…
There is nothing silly about telling others that you love them. That is precious. And powerful. Those words are a blessing.
Tempers are short, and I think of other families whose kids are probably sitting in their chairs like angels. I imagine halos and harps…
It’s precious to think about how the Lord walks with me daily. Revealing himself in tender ways. Strengthening my faith.
“Anxiety stirred within me,” writes guest blogger Marci Seither, “but it dissipated when I saw the look on his face. Pure love. Just like the Lord feels for us.”
I think about the joy that this new growth brings, and I wonder: Does our spiritual growth bring such joy to God?
It’s my prayer that as my son grows, he’ll take pleasure in the Lord’s rejoicing even more than mine.
She’s been walking with the Lord just a little longer than I have. She holds wisdom and knowledge and she’s generous to share.
When I’m worried, filled with fear, my eyes are on myself. It’s a self-centered kind of pride. There is a better place for my eyes to be!
I could never earn it. Never, ever deserve it. It’s a grace gift that’s rich with the most powerful kind of love.
“Guys,” I say. “It’s the scent of spring.” The scent of promise.