Expecting the Unexpected
The Lord’s love and faithfulness is about the only thing we can expect in the midst of the unexpected. The good news is we can count on Him in our constantly ever-changing world.
We Smell Like Our Work
“Where is that smell coming from?” she asked her server. He explained that it was being carried by the workers from a nearby perfume factory. They had finished their shift and were walking down the street, on their way home.
WD-40 and Duct Tape
Dr. Suzanne Degges-White, writing in Psychology Today, suggests that our most important relationships can be kept in good working order by the relational equivalents of duct tape and WD-40 can keep our most important relationships in good working order.
The Harness of the LORD (Conclusion)
The Harness of the LORD – And by the Spirit, the answer came back to me as I watched. Because one submitted to the will and discipline of the King, and one rebelled, thus has one been chosen and the other set aside.”
The Harness of the LORD (2)
Now he found there was not even the freedom to run about the small corral, for in the harness he could only move where and when his Master spoke. And unless the Master spoke, he stood still.
The Harness of the LORD (1)
The Colts knew nothing of harness and could not understand why these horses did not respond. The Colts again called to the horses, but they did not answer. Neither did they stamp their feet nor toss their head in response. They stood quiet and still, waiting for the voice of their King.
Open, Shut
Open, shut. She was fascinated by it. I couldn’t help but think how like that we are. Open, shut. We open ourselves to new things, then shut down. We open up to intimacy in relationships and sometimes shut that down. We open up to new ideas, then shut down and stick with the old.
Chattering
The chattering increased. Then we spied him, a brown squirrel, quite small, tail just a-twitchin’. He was perched on a branch, and boy, was he mad. Clearly, he did not like us being in his territory. Madder’n a wet hen, is what I thought. The closer I inched, the noisier the chattering got, until he scampered off.
When A Trickle Becomes A Stream
The more I thought about it, and all its possibilities and ramifications, the worse it seemed to get. A molehill was becoming a mountain, and all in my mind. A trickle can do that. If it continues, it may turn into a stream, and then a brook, and then maybe a river. Before you know it, you’re dealing with an ocean of unchecked thoughts.