When I was little enough to be dumb, my uncle (who is just three years older than me) asked me a riddle:
“Pete and Repeat went down to the lake. Pete fell in, so who was left?”
The answer seemed so obvious, I couldn’t believe Scott thought this was a riddle.
“Okay, Pete and….”
Would you believe, it took me about three rounds of this to figure out what was going on?! And once I caught on, I thought it was so clever that I tried it on others, too. Unfortunately, no one else ever fell for it. Continue reading
Have you ever wanted to say, “Yes, Lord, but….”
I have. Just recently, actually.
I was faced with a difficulty with which I had no choice but to trust the Lord. I couldn’t control, change, or manipulate it if I wanted to. (And, frankly, I wanted to!)
When my fate of no control was confirmed, I gave it to the Lord with the words “Yes, Lord.” Yet, in my heart, I added “but….”
- “…I don’t like it.”
- “…it’s hard.”
- “…only because I have no alternative.”
Even as I thought “but…” the Lord whispered a substitute word to my spirit—and. Continue reading
I write this post after two virtually sleepless nights—both directly or indirectly related to a bad rash of poison ivy. (Ugh!) While concentrating on not scratching last night, I remembered a verse about long, painful nights that had been a help to me during my college days.
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning” (Psalm 30:5b).
I remember one morning in particular reading this verse after an especially short night of sleep.
Of course, none of us like to experience the “night of weeping” referred to in this verse—a season of heartache or pain. These night seasons always feel too long.
But as I read the verse that morning through droopy, bloodshot eyes, I realized that the alternative isn’t any better. Short nights don’t make for happy mornings! Continue reading