Laura K. Beck Have you ever felt blessed in the mess? Join me as I recount finding one of my most recent blessings! Tennies, boots and Birks oh my! an unexpected blessing… My entryway was a minefield of footwear. Ten young men made our house their home for a weekend of celebration, camaraderie and cold weather events. The …
Reflection – how to take the best Reflection. It’s what we do. The calendar turns to the last day in December and the clock creeps closer to Midnight…we reflect on the past year and what is to come. Some may look back feeling completely fulfilled with what they accomplished. Others may run as fast as …
I grew up never reading the Bible. It seemed to me to be just an overly-thick, dusty book that contained a lot of words like “thy” and “thine.” Having been written thousands of years ago, what could it possibly have to do with my life? This is how God found me through His Word. In …
“The knowledge of enough.” That’s the way a group of nomads high in the Himalayas of Eastern Bhutan define contentment. (Cordaro) In a world striving for more… getting more… striving for more than that, enough is a novel concept. How much is enough? To that nomadic Himalayan tribe that had no access to outside modern …
“God will forgive us in the same measure that we forgive others.” That statement blew my mind. It was said by a man named Fred who was teaching me and about a dozen other religious education teachers about The Lord’s Prayer. The training included about two hours of breaking down this familiar prayer line by …
I am a sinner. Thanks to the self-sacrifice of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, I am redeemed. That means God will forgive my sins and I can go to heaven when I die. But, first, I must live this life according to God’s will. Sounds simple, but it’s not. In fact, I’ve been failing …
God whispers in my earI miss you my childYou’ve been gone too longCome back for a little while. My shame holds me backI’m not who I need to beI deny the FatherYet He still loves me. When I turn aroundHe’s still thereWith arms wide openReady to care I fold my handsTry to find the wordsTo …
I hunger for food as I am only humanmake me hunger for you instead.The bread of life isn’t made from wheatit is your Word, our truth, our nourishment. It’s called a fast, but it is anything butit seems to draw minutes into hours, hours into days.Let me see this extra time as an opportunityto seek …
I am a nightowl. Sometimes by choice, sometimes not. I stay up to get “all the things” done before I turn in for the day and have a really difficult time going to bed. Of course, they never get done. There are only so many hours in the day. Good intentions…right?!? Most of the time …
Routine is a dirty word for someone like me. It’s a wonder I get anything done with a schedule so free. Routine-free may seem glorious when locked down by to-dos, but I assure you it’s a prison a game I’m sure to lose. Routine is “recommended” by those whose lives run on quarter time those …