My congratulations, graduates! Aren’t you relieved, excited, and terrified? So was I.
Maybe you — like it’s etched on your heart — know exactly how you want to serve and grow in this big world. I admire and appreciate you.
But maybe you feel like everyone owns a 5-year plan, life verse, and scholarship except for you. Perhaps you fear someone jumping out from behind the grad cake table, quizzing you on your weakest subject and sending you back to high school.
Your friends are moving on, and so is childhood. You wish you had pomp for your circumstance.
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Near the end of the book Little Women, the March family celebrates a joyful reunion after much separation and heartache. Laughter, tarts, hot biscuits, and a wedding to discuss. The young and old rejoice in being together once again in the Orchard House.
But our heroine Jo March — no stranger to restlessness — feels an ache amidst the merriment. Much has changed since they had last gathered.
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What does your Bible look like? Is it dog-eared and tear-traced? Crisp with gold edges? Does it even matter?
I think yes … and no.
Charles Spurgeon said, “A Bible that’s falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t.” But on the flip side, a tattered cover to our copy of Scripture could be a pharisaical “whitewashed tomb” if it hasn’t penetrated our souls.
And yet, there’s a legacy for well-used Bibles. My family and friends’ tangible Bibles have had a significant impact on my appetite for His Word over the years.
It began with Grandma.
Continue reading “Appetites & Legacies: Making His Commandments Mine”
This is a story of childhood adventures, God’s answered prayers, and birthday traditions.
Friends are just important. There is a reason we love stories like David and Jonathan or Anne and Diana. But what if you don’t have one?
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I’m not sure what your Sunday mornings before church are like, but I’m going to guess they aren’t always angelic. Because mine aren’t.
I would like to say they consist of a full two hours of sipping coffee and prayer journaling at my kitchen table, with morning sun and a vase full of roses nearby. Leftover quiche and plenty of time to spare to curl my hair.
Continue reading “Five Prayers for the Drive to Church”