I’m sitting on my front porch reading a book, watching the sun go down through the trees, and there is a small plane flying in circles over my house. What is this kind of insanity???
What is wrong with people????
This is Keith, come to deal with it. Lol. No, that’s not a weapon. It’s the TV remote.
PS. I was really mad last night over whatever that ridiculousness circling over our house was but y’all were so hilarious about it that I ended up laughing and not taking myself so seriously. Don’t tell me Twitter can’t be a blessing. My favorite part of Twitter is funny Twitter.
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Presently in the book of Jeremiah in my daily reading. Have you ever heard anything more beautiful than these 2 lines of poetry in Ch 15?
“Your words were found and I ate them. Your words became a delight to me and the joy of my heart, for I bear your name, Lord God of Armies.”
I knew someone who felt this way. Bible study was not only a spiritual discipline to him. It was the delight of his life. Though I could not quite define what distinguished him, I knew that I wanted it and began to pray for it with all my heart. And the Lord granted it.
A guy who worked with him told me that, earlier the very day my mentor went home to be with Jesus, he’d gone on and on to him about several verses in Ephesians.
I‘ll tell the story as long as I live because I believe with everything in me God would do this for any believer.
To know Jesus.
To know him yourself.
Not 2nd hand through teacher, writer or preacher. These have a crucial place but their job is to help you know him yourself. To do life with him. Walk with him. Follow him. Talk with him. To be loved by him. To come to love him. To trust him.
To learn to listen to him. To hear him in Scripture. To be led by him. To serve him. To find divine consolation in pain & loss by learning to fellowship in his sufferings. To take his courage, These form a bond no one can easily walk away from. There’s no replacing Jesus.
I don’t grasp for the life of me how anyone could know Jesus, I mean really know Jesus, and walk away from him. He is like no one else. His love is better than life. His faithfulness surer than daybreak. His mercies are unending. His grace, abounding. His scars, healing.
I write to you this morning as the sun slices brightly through the white oaks, pines and sycamores behind our home. Tears fill my eyes often these days and as often over awe and gladness as sadness. The gifts to be had here—stubborn beauties among thorns—-grow sacred with age.
A week ago I left our home in the woods to go see my eldest daughter & her family. I left a new herb garden brown & wilted that had sprouted back my hope. I left brand new baby fruit trees drooping, leafless. Drove past more fallen limbs than I could count. Winter’d come killing.
Of nature’s 4 daughters, Winter is the meanest but I am certain, at least in my own mind, that Spring is the most defiant. Maybe we don’t notice because she’s a bit passive aggressive. I don’t know if I told you but Lavender turns an eerie gray, like a human corpse, when it dies.
Hebrews 6 this morning. A word caught my eye in yesterday‘s reading (ch 5) that I almost wrote on but the Spring sunshine wooed me to the woods. It popped up again in Ch 6 today so I’m going with it. The word is “lazy.” Disclaimer before I even begin: exhaustion is not laziness.
I can’t think of anything that has exhausted me more thoroughly than this pandemic. Isolation is exhausting. Hypervigilance is exhausting. For those who fell ill, sickness is exhausting. Fear & grief are demoralizingly exhausting. So please don’t get that confused here. But let’s
reflect on what Heb 5&6 are saying about laziness. Heb 6 is straight forward & so needed by weary servants. Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord: “For God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you demonstrated for his name by serving the saints...Now we desire
I wish I was mature enough not to watch the Oprah interview of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle tonight on CBS. But I’m not. Thing is, I have a house guest and I don’t know if she likes watching TV.
I’m gonna say “that’s a loaded piece of toast” from now on. That’s gonna bless me right there because someone’s always unloading on my toast.
Way to come through, Queen E!!! I’m about to fix her some tea.
My Scripture reading today was Hebrews 3. Reflecting on Vv.12-13.
“Watch out, brothers and sisters, so that there won’t be in any of you an evil, unbelieving heart that turns away from the living God. But encourage one another daily, while it is still called today, so that
none of you is hardened by sin’s deception.”
The last year has been brutal. So much sickness and death. Grief upon grief with little or no way to process it in community or, in many cases, with family. Unthinkable.Relentless fears and fights and fissures. No one is immune to
the cumulative effects of unrelieved turmoil. One way we humans commonly cope is by hardening our hearts. Loving seems to make it all hurt worse. It leaves us vulnerable. Woundable. So it’s just easier to tighten the lid. We cancel people to keep from caring for people. Why care