When God Takes Over Your Planner

When God Takes Over Your Planner

You know that “open hand” that I’ve told you I’m learning to live with? You know, the hand that threw away the planner I normally clutch tightly to my chest? Well, it’s a good thing that I’m not in charge of that any more, because once again, plans have changed—and this time I’m so glad! I love letting God take over my planner; there’s nothing better than the adventure of living in providence!

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The Goodness of God Shines Through

The Goodness of God Shines Through

If my posts have left you with the impression that all we’re experiencing is sorrow and suffering, then I’ve painted an inaccurate picture. Yes, for LeRoy, every day is physically painful—filled with long hours of excruciating muscle spasms and shooting nerve pain. But God’s goodness shines through, even in this dark terrain. God has given many tangible good gifts and joys through this season.

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He is Faithful, Even When I’m Not

He is Faithful, Even When I’m Not

Another sleepless night. After only two hours of sleep, although bone-dead exhausted, the pain urges LeRoy awake and although he tries to lie silently, suffering in the dark to not disturb me, I’m aware when his rhythmic breathing stops. I know he’s awake and waiting for his next meds, lying there praying and hoping for relief. Most mornings start this way. Precious readers, you have left sweet comments, encouraging messages, and sent kindness my way through words of affirmation. But, I need to assure you, God is the One who is faithful here, not me. There are days that my flesh rises and threatens to take me down.

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When Affliction’s Hammer Hits Close to Home

When Affliction’s Hammer Hits Close to Home

“Your wrist looks like someone took a hammer and just smashed it.” The Orthopedic Surgeon delivered her blow in gentle tones, but it was still a blow. My travel buddy, my friend of twenty-plus years, is going to be sidelined for a bit. This tough woman, who recently survived a treacherous tumble down a steep incline while hiking the Swiss Alps, was now depending on me to navigate her wheel chair from the doctor’s office to the parking lot (the high dose of pain meds makes her a bit wobbly). The blows that hit unexpectedly serve to remind us of our frailty.

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Needing Truckloads of God’s Grace

Needing Truckloads of God’s Grace

Last week I couldn’t help but shake my head and smile at the response to the blog post about needing to tackle the mess of my “home sweet home.” I was glad to see that a lot of you could relate to the “messy house dilemma.” You left some great comments, and Kathryn shared some thoughts that spurred this post. I’m quoting from her comment left on the post: “My Home-Sweet-Home is Out of Control.”

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