“3/4 cup of Judges 5:25.” The first time I read this was in 1969. Printed on a torn slip of notebook paper, my Sunday School teacher gave me this assignment as I joined my mom at the door. All the way home in our ’66 Impala, I chattered about the cooking party the following Saturday. Each student in our rural …
“Mistakes are the most destructive force in our lives.” The caption caught my attention as I thumbed through a SkyMall magazine on a recent flight. I do hate mistakes, don’t you? I’m not really a perfectionist, but I don’t like to waste time. We never seem to have enough of this valuable resource. Wouldn’t it be …
I stand again at the fork in the road. One leads within and one without. The outer pathway leads to the familiar – I’ve trod this pathway many times before. It’s easy to navigate, with plenty of pit stops. All signs say it was built with me in mind. I love it’s promise of liberty. I can do …
As a parent, you long for the days that are calm without the challenge. Now that I am out of the daily grind of parenting, I can reflect more clearly on truths that I wish I had better practiced. 1. My goal should have been to train them to be heaven-focused, not self-focused. My goal was not to keep the peace. …
I ducked my head and stepped into the cramped, dank room. Pausing to let my eyes adjust to the inky darkness, a hundred beady eyes glared my way. Distrust and fear seemed to be a prerequisite for entry and I felt a still, small voice checking my motive. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the dingy floor. I …
Pulling weeds. That’s my job in the ever constant battle to maintain a yard. Now I don’t always do this just after church, but yet, I do hate weeds. All of this time in the grass gives me time to consider the need of weeding my words. 1. When I break off the top of a weed, I can know …
“Not everyone likes to hear you talk as much as you do, Mom!” As my daughter left the room, I felt her words pierce my heart. After a good cry, I went to talk the the Lord about it. I found out that He agreed with her. Granted, He said it in a much gentler fashion, but I hadn’t listened to Him, until …
“I am so tired. My baby hasn’t sleep through the night now for weeks.” “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28) “Even when I get up in the morning, I can’t focus. My brain is in a fog no matter how much coffee I drink.” “But …
I’m not sure why she did it. It honestly wasn’t like her. She was the type who believed in patience with rowdy junior high boys and in baking county-famous brownies for sick neighbors. She offered migrant children rides to Vacation Bible School and she knew all thirteen verses of Amazing Grace by heart. She forbade me from watching Star …
Carrie Vipperman joins us at Hungry For More again today. I love her depth of spirit and perception, especially as she seeks the Lord. Thanks Carrie for reminding us of what is really important. ———————- “But, Mo-o-o-m, his headlamp BLI-I-NKS!!” Just like that, all the joy that my little girl had felt from our time playing as a family …
