My Child, I see you. I see your fears, your fatigue, your frustration. You fall exhausted into bed each night because you’ve forgotten the Source of your strength. The truth is that you alone cannot fix it. The loneliness, the hurt, the grief. No matter how you try, it’s not within your power. You can’t find your son a job …
“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 was tired when I awoke. It wasn’t outside noise or an anxious heart. It wasn’t my pillow or my mattress. it was my children. They had become artists. Now, not the experts using clay or watercolor, you understand. After all, they were only two and four. Yet, despite their preschool years, they had become masters. Masters of …
Dear Mentor, I think that I may be afraid of my child. I find myself constantly trying to guess her whims, so I won’t have to deal with the tantrum that might follow. Do I really have to live like this? …
My child, You seem to expect my walks with You to be like a picnic in the woods. From the minute you hear Me call, “Come follow”, you energetically begin the prattle about the destination and the buzz about the basket. You have dreams of rolling apple-green meadows and envision stream-side knolls where I am to unfold a patchwork …
Wow – this has been quite a week, huh? Have you listened more and spoken less? I sure have. I’m glad to give Charles Westbrook another opportunity to guest blog today. You may remember that he has just published the second in a devotional series: Fresh Daily II. If you missed his first post with …
