Not “Can God?”: Grass, on Rocks, & Open Wounds
Not, “Can God?” God can!
He is able. He is good. And if he doesn’t say “yes,” —if he doesn’t heal now—trust him. It wasn’t best.
My surprising reminder of the goodness and power of God…
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Grip Strength: Resting in Strong Hands on One Foot
I feel like I’m in a very precarious position, what with my delicate splinted Barbie foot.
So precarious that the surgeon prescribed another course of antibiotics to lessen the chance of infection. So precarious such that I remain in a double splint with stitches for 22, not 12 days. So precarious that the surgeon told me flat out, “I’m reserving the donor tendon option in case you rerupture.”
Precarious means “characterized by a lack of security or stability that threatens with danger.”
That is exactly how I feel.
But I denounce this faithless feeling. I am not in a precarious position. I am assuredly not.
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No Toast Without Bread: My Loving God Will Meet Me
Where has God been as this reruptured tendon keeps creeping up my calf?
Dare I ask, where?
“For if there had been bread,” C.S. Lewis quipped, “there would be no toast.”
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A Prayer for Gladness When Good Seasons End
There is a time for everything. My time as a basketball mom will come to an end tonight–unless our Eagles pull off a major upset in the Wisconsin state tournament. They could. But I’m preparing my heart for this 15-year basketball season to end. But if I’m honest, the idea of being a basketball mom…
