Monthly Archives: May 2009

Sunday Selections

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…our Lord promised that the beautiful thing she did would not be forgotten. When the disciples rebuked her, Jesus said: “Leave her alone. Why do you trouble her? She has done a beautiful thing to me.For you always have the poor with you, and whenever you want, you can do good for them. But you will not always have me. She has done what she could; she has anointed my body beforehand for burial. And truly, I say to you, wherever the gospel is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in memory of her” (John 12:6-9, emphasis added).  Read more... (165 words, estimated 40 secs reading time)

The Best Mother’s Day Ever!

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No, I’m not talking about tomorrow, although I grasp every day with my children as the best day ever. I’m taking you back in time… 6 years ago, to be exact… to an entry in my journal from that year. And every Mother’s Day, I think about that one day when Asher was 16 months old.

And I think about my husband. And how amazing he is.

Happy Mother’s Day, y’all.

Written May 12, 2003:  Read more... (1290 words, estimated 5:10 mins reading time)

May 5th

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For Thou didst form my inward parts;
Thou didst weave me in my mother’s womb.
Psalm 139: 13

May 5th. All around us are signs of Cinco de Mayo. It’s all over facebook, the news, it’s even on Google calendar. May 5th. A day of celebration.

May 5th. The due date of our first child. The child we lost 8 years ago.

The pregnancy was a surprise. The loss was heartbreaking.

Grief is a funny thing. A heart-stopping, knee-buckling, ache-inducing thing. It hits at the craziest times and the pain takes your breath away. And every May, as the due date of my little lost one approaches, I feel that pain all over again.

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And A Little Child Shall Lead Them

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A few weeks ago one Sunday I learned a lot. Not from the sermon. I learned a lot from my son.

A while ago I wrote about worship, about how we were made for worship. My children were made for worship. There is a beauty and an innocence in their hearts that is convicting. They have no agendas. They don’t care if the music is too loud or too soft. They have no concerns about their pitch. They only know freedom to be who God created them to be. Worshippers.  Read more... (226 words, estimated 54 secs reading time)