Broken Pitcher

  Sometimes love looks like Sunflowers. This week has been so crazy I couldn’t even remember what the date was. As my hubby checked his phone to confirm that it was in fact the 28 th  of August , I lamely mentioned that the month had just slipped away. But my heart? My heart was gripped and began to brace itself for what lay just a few days away.   It’ll be five years on Sunday. Five years since my son took his final breath. Five years since I’ve heard his laugh, seen him smile, listened to his stories, looked into those bright eyes and hugged him long. Five long short years…   And my heart aches.    As I got ready for the day I asked the LORD to give me strength to endure with grace. To let me not fall apart during worship at church on Sunday. To stay steadfast and not be derailed by grief. Then off I went, into the busyness of the day.    The grocery shopping took longer than I expected and I was tired as I pulled in the driveway. Arms full of bags as I came through the door, I plopp

Pondering this deeply today, in light of the current "culture"...  As a disciple of Jesus Christ, will we be brave enough to sacrifice our ordinary life and instead embrace God's best - dare to live a brilliant, stand out life of radical love -  nuclear love that will eradicate the darkness of these days?

Peace In this time of chaos, fear and uncertainty God wants you to know there is Peace. Peace that overtakes darkness, and in fact, shines all the brighter because of it. PEACE

Grieved  over this today... Pride, it requires validation, it must satiate a need. It hungers for  the proving grounds competing  for the win. Pride takes. Pride cares less loves small gives begrudgingly wants more. Pride insists on being  heard. Pride squirms in the light of Truth. Pride  consumes. Pride will not be satisfied until its host is completely undone.