It never stayed under. No matter how hard I’d try to keep it down, it always popped up. Believe me, I’d try. I’d force the floaty under by standing or kneeling and with all the young Abigail might I could muster, I’d try to keep it under. But I never could. It always burst to…
Hurry! I think we can catch a ride if we run. So we cinched up our backpacks and raced to catch the Stanley Park bus. It offered, “free shuttle service around the park stopping at 14 popular locations.” The Rose Garden was close. Oh, and “the shuttle stops are easily identified.” Sure enough, right on…
Like Sam Gamgee said, “It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”
But some of us resist resolutions because we know we’ll fall.
But could it be that we fear stumbling on the right road more than we fear drifting along the wrong road?
Because we’re afraid of getting dirty, we let the perfect become the enemy of the good. We’re afraid to run and fall in the mud.
I’ve been meditating on the Magnificat. Mary then, and I now, rejoice in our Great God of Reversals. Do you? A Personal Praise Song to the God of Reversals How many can you find in Mary’s song of praise? 46 And Mary said, “My soul magnifies the Lord, 47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, 48 for he has looked on…