I well remember our gasp and glare at the TV. What? No way. We had sat immersed for two hours and there was no ending; no conclusion. We quickly searched for part two only to find that the conclusion would not be known for another year. That’s right, it would be concluded in the next season. Life is one long “to be continued” story. The truth is, it is not a movie viewed for entertainment, but reality. We sit on the edge of our seats waiting for the conclusion to life stories
In my distress I called upon the LORD; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears. Psalm 18:6 I was privileged to spend the day with a dear friend. Instead of a cozy little coffee shop, we spent the day in the Emergency Room. Over and over and over she told her story, pleading for someone to hear her and help her. I continued to tell her, we cannot make anything happen, but we must trust in the Lord to make a way. For two
It was a very special dinner date. Perfect in every way imaginable. The tables were dressed in fine white linen and there were far more utensils than one could ever use. I felt a bit like Julia Roberts in the movie, “Pretty Woman”, trying to remember which fork was for which food. The atmosphere was full of romance as my husband and I gazed at each other speaking words of love. I was a bit distracted pretending to be comfortable in this exquisite setting, but deep inside just
“Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” Isaiah 43:19 I had walked my street three days in a row, but had not noticed all the tender green shoots popping out of the ground. It was my friend that pointed them out and we giggled with what it meant. The shoots are young and tender, but full of promise. Very soon the weather will be warm and everything will be in full, beautiful