You were running a good race. Who cut in on you to keep you from obeying the truth?
I love football, in fact I have been called a football fanatic. My grandson Jonny plays on the local high school football team and for the first time in years, they are doing great. In fact, they just made the playoffs with their win this past Friday night. But I want to talk about a game earlier in the season. We were playing the #1 ranked team in the State in the Class 4A division.
I could hardly pick my foot up off the step. The more I tried, the more I was met with an even stronger resistance. I looked behind me once again to take a glance at the long, dark spiral staircase below that I had already conquered and knew this present step would soon be numbered with its counterparts behind me. The thought alone gave me the motivation to master the task.
It seemed only yesterday I had placed my foot on that first step. It was
God sometimes calls us to do some crazy things that look different from this world. But by faith we remain obedient no matter how crazy we look because we know our covenant with God is far greater than anything this world has to offer.
So we remain abstinent until we are married, we submit to our husbands, we go on mission trips, we donít get drunk, we donít intentionally dress revealing to gain the attention of man, we go to church, we serve, we do whatever God tells us to do, even
If anyone turns a deaf ear to my instruction, even their prayers are detestable.
Ok, I know Iíve been away again. I wonít even apologize this time; just chock it up to another busy fire season (I work at the Oregon Department of Forestry and it was a rough year this fire season), and the general craziness of life.
A quick update for those that have followed my posts in the past (I am a recovering alcoholic and a pastorís wife): I am still
Another moment has come upon me. One that I was not wanting or expecting. My mother who has Alzheimer's disease was with me at church. As we were singing a hymn, she became lost in the hymnal, unable to follow along. Her eyes filled with frustration and confusion, eventually she just closed the book.
My heart broke as I saw this once confident woman who loved to sing, frustrated by the very thing she loved! During the next hymn I