My mom let some insecure words slip through the phone line the other day. She shared her sense of insufficiency as she wondered what words to offer her friend—one whose doctor recently said he thought her cancer had progressed.
The other day, I reached for a handful of Kleenex for a friend when her tears were the only things I could wipe away.
I’m learning more about myself through prayer and cleaning closets. **** My early morning habit is to slip away for some still moments and steep in prayer and silence.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.
“Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people?
Even before He made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in His eyes.
Suddenly it’s August and so hot, a breathless hot—heavy and ripe. I wash plump cherry tomatoes, pop one in my mouth;