Above and Beyond
I paused yesterday, at the grocery store, to let a woman enter the aisle ahead of me, as she pushed one cart in front and pulled another behind. Interestingly, neither were very full, and I was wondering why she had two when two elderly women came motoring along behind the last cart in their scooters. When the final party of their entourage had entered the aisle, I turned in behind them. I assumed the younger walking woman was a relative, a daughter perhaps, taking her mother and grandmother shopping, so while I thought it was nice of her, I didn't think it was out of the realm of normalcy. That was until I heard this exchange: "Dear, you really don't have to do this. We can help...
And Then He Gave an Example
So, yesterday I woke up to that video about "If you only had one week left." I was bowled over by it, couldn't stop thinking about it, and wrote about it. Maybe you read it. If not, you can do that here. Then, I went about my day trying very hard to be intentional. About a week ago, my friend, Lynne, asked me if I'd seen the movie, STILL ALICE. I hadn't, so I put it on my list, and while I went about doing some things in the kitchen, yesterday, I decided to watch it. It was one of the most difficult movies I've ever watched, but so, so poignant. It was as if God decided to give me an example to support yesterday's theme. Here's a clip (ignore the foreign sub-titles unless you are...
If You Only Had One Week
I sat down to write about something else this morning, but before I typed a word I was bowled over by a video in my Facebook feed, posted by a friend in Nashville (Thanks Pam!). It stopped me dead in my tracks. I want you to take a minute, click this link (or cut and paste this: https://www.facebook.com/crosspoint.tv/videos/10153715642246796/) to watch it. I'll wait right here until you're done. So. Amazing, isn't it? Poignant? Fodder for soul-searching? One week. Seven days. 168 hours. What would you do? When we're confronted with limited time, it causes a paradigm shift, or at least it should. It should make all the minutiae immediately fall away like autumn leaves in a sudden...
Time Change
I glanced at the clock as the light came streaming into the bedroom windows this morning. It said 6:15, in direct contrast to the black-as-pitch view that the same time has offered the last few weeks. Time change. Fall back. It’s that time of year, when the days are shorter, and cooler, signaling not only the change on the clock, but the change of seasons. It’s my favorite, you know. It ushers in all my favorite holidays and traditions, my favorite time of year to cook, to snuggle, to have a fire in the hearth and in my heart. Not that I don’t have a fire in my heart the rest of the year, but I will tell you that this year in particular has found that fire to be more of a glowing...
Real Talk
Can I get real for a minute? I try my very best to be transparent whenever I talk to you; I really do. And for a couple of years, we were chatting every day, you and I. We were talking about all manner of things. Stuff that happens out here on the ranch, things my grandbabies talk to me about, the ins and outs of marriage, and always, always, how God is woven through every word, every breath, everything. However, I've been silent for a while. A long while, actually. I've been in a busy season, yes. We've been going through some crazy family stuff, absolutely. But honestly? Truly? I've been, for lack of a better term, spiritually tired. Dry. Walking through this life dragging my feet...