A Monday post-mortem on a Friday night fight. We were broadsided. Both of us. A burst of unseemly anger on his part with catty kickback on mine. Provoked by a by a kind question from a friend. I deferred my answer to Jim, he was caught unaware, and the fight was on. On the heels…
Mom, didn’t you hear me? I asked you three times. Why are you ignoring me? Just posting a picture; I’ll be quick, I assure. Just wading. Two outraged sons and two burnt pizzas later, I’m wet to the waist. I drifted. What are you doing, Hon? You’ve been at the computer awhile. Is the pizza done…
I You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me; you stoop down to make me great. Psalm 18:35 The truly great go low. They go low and exalt others. Our Lord took on the nature of a servant. He humbled himself. Lincoln did too. His humility only began in a…
Are comparison prayers-could be worse, at least it’s not- a lesser kind of thanks? On their backs, our thanks resound?No! (We won’t boss Mack around.) Well, maybe for a chance, To boost our prayer stance,Just enough to get thanks off the ground! Beware of comparison thanks, I told the ladies. Our life group topic was, yes, gratitude. My shower that…