Philippians 1:6 NIV, “being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Why? Why would God complete a good work in you until Jesus comes again? Because He loves you. 1 Peter 5:7 (AMPC): “Casting the whole of your care [all your anxieties,… Continue reading Because God Loves Me.
I want Jesus. And I want to love my husband and serve him to the glory of God. Max Lucado is his book How Happiness Happens, tells this story of a women who after four decades of marriage tends to her frail husband as he battles ALS. Every day, for two years, she bathed him,… Continue reading What do I want?
It is so hard to wait. I am impatient, and want answers now. And when I don’t get answers I start making plans. See the doctor, eat more healthily, drink more water, this and that and this and that… what’s the saying about the plans of mice and men oft go awry…??? Its like walking… Continue reading Waiting is hard!
This past weekend we celebrated my Dad’s 75th birthday… and for the first time in a very long time, my entire family (sans my mom) spent some time together. It was awesome – we were reminded why we don’t like each other and also reminded why we love each other. And we all laughed and… Continue reading Family Gratitude!
To my darling, Baby Girl. You have no idea how proud your Dad and I are of you right now. A little while ago, you came across an article in one of the old magazines lying around the house of a little girl who suffers from Progeria – she’s an 11-year old little girl living… Continue reading Progeria!
There is this dawning realisation that is creeping into my brain – a realisation that I have long been fighting because I do not deem myself worthy. But, it is there. It is like the tenderness before dawn, as the sky gently lightens in colour and hews of pink, gold and yellow paint the sky.… Continue reading I. Am. Loved!
To my darling, Baby Girl I am so proud of you and how articulate you are. I have always battled with communicating how I felt, because most often I didn’t know what I was feeling. But, last night, you came to me and you said that you felt like I was always shouting at you.… Continue reading Shouting at Baby Girl