Take care of your body as if you were going to live forever; and take care of your soul as if you were going to die tomorrow. — Saint Augustine Two weeks shy of my 48th, I managed a few frisky leaps on the beach. There’s something about Vitamin Sea that does it to me. But…
Are you a hot mess? A broken soul? Ruined and a wreck? Check, check, and check- all in the past two weeks, I’ve been. But there is a balm in Gilead. There is a poem for that, as your ruin falls. But I am not a poet and—if haiku and limericks are excepted—I do know it….
Would you rather listen? Here’s that link to the Keep On With Abigail Wallace podcast. I’m not good at letting go. Sometimes I hold on to dreams that aren’t God’s plan for me. For better and for worse, I am the bee—the busy bee that won’t rest until it extracts sweet nectar from every flower….
Here we are traveling and our home is a distant home in another world… Though we meet with traveler’s fare sometimes yet it should not be grievous to us…. Consider what your condition is, you are pilgrims and strangers, so do not think to satisfy yourselves here. —Jeremiah Burroughs, The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment What’s…