Little Ones to Him Belong
Even if you didn't attend Sunday School as a child, I'll bet you know this song.
Even if you didn't attend Sunday School as a child, I'll bet you know this song.
She made an impression with me as a young girl. When she and her family visited our family home in Oregon, she dressed up for church and wore spectator pumps.
This was the tallest rock I had ever tried to rappel off, the double rope heavy in my hands. But I was ready to go.
Would we forget to pray for our kids and grands if we didn't have the bowl of rocks with their names on them? Probably not, but seeing their names on the rocks is a reminder to both of us to pray for our loved ones.
In our dark world, I'm focusing on the Light. It is my only hope. It can be yours, too.
Just a reminder my book launch for my newest book--A Trustworthy Anchor: God's Hope & Encouragement in the Storms of Life--a forty-day devotional is one week from today!
My experience with grief has taught me that walking through that shadow is hard, but during the walk through the shadow, as the psalmist wrote: "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me," Psalm 23: 4, we are promised his presence.
When I'm affected with circumstances beyond my control, I go to the God of everything. The maker of the universe--and the storms of uncertainty.
If you haven't experienced grief, one day you will. You don't have to dread the day or somehow "prepare" yourself for loss, instead, build up your relationship with God.
Do we need comfort when we are lighthearted and all is well? No. Comfort--one of God's greatest gifts--comes during the depths of sorrow and loss.