Today, I am hosting one of my sweetest blogging friends, Katie M. Reid. Katie has guest posted for me in the past. I am immensely proud of her of as she officially launched her first book, Made Like Martha, last week. I am honored to have her share a little of what her book is about. In this post she shares story from her book when she encounters Jesus in her living room. After that, scroll down to the bottom to read my personal review of the book.
Autumn is so delicious. Everything about it makes me happy: chill in the air, gorgeous shades of oranges and reds, the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind or crunching underfoot, the smell of the fire pit, and of course, pumpkin flavored everything!
Just as we are to embrace each season as they come, we also need to recognize that we were never meant to stay in the same season forever.
I know it is almost Spring Break, but it’s not too late to talk about New Year’s…is it?
Over the past few years, instead of selecting New Year’s resolutions which are dumped by the end of January, I have joined the growing trend of choosing a One Word focus for the year. Actually, I have found that it is the other way around…the word chooses me. The words become a theme for the LORD to shape and mold me.
Some of my past words have been blessed, yield, and hope. By the end of each year these words have had such deeper meanings. I learned that I was in fact blessed, but I was blessed to be a blessing to others. I learned that I had to yield to the LORD so that my efforts for the kingdom would yield healthier fruit. And I learned that hope is not a wish; it is something that we should actively be anticipating….and “that hope does not disappoint”!
It’s been almost two years ago now that I sat in my counselor’s office sobbing uncontrollably. She looked across the empty space between us and simply asked, “Do you have hope?” I shook my head no. I have no idea what she said after that. It’s hard to hear anything when you are in a pit of despair and a storm is raging.
With some reservations I want share something with you. I suffer from OCD. Not the funny “haha I like everything in it’s place” OCD. I suffer from crippling Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. I hear people joke all the time about their “OCD kicking in”; however for those who truly struggle with this disorder, it is not a joke.
Most of us have memories of watching The Ten Commandments with Charlton Heston after a long day of hunting Easter eggs and eating chocolate bunnies. It was an Easter tradition in most American homes. But as a child I never understood the connection between the Exodus story and the Cross.
I do remember being so mystified by the tenth plague where God, Himself, went through all of Egypt and killed the firstborn of every family…except those who had the blood of the lamb on their doorpost. The Hebrew Sacrificial System was so foreign to me. And for real, what does this have to do with Jesus! Shouldn’t we be watching a movie about the Resurrection?
“Give us today our daily bread.” Matthew 6:11
It is morning. I am checking off tasks on my morning routine “to do” list.
- Shower. Check.
- Dress kids. Check.
- Start breakfast. Toast in the toaster oven. Check and check.
- Fill sippys. Check.
- Say our goodbyes to Daddy as he heads out the door for work. Check.
- Empty dishwasher. Fill dishwasher. Check and check.
Advent is a season of waiting. Oh sweet friend, this is it. This is what we have been waiting for. The time has come. God’s plan is ripe. After hundreds of years of prophecy…then silence…
God Himself enters His own creation!
That is the miracle of Christmas. Don’t miss it. In my 35 years, my mind has finally been opened. Did you see it?
Slow down…soak it in…
“Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?” John 6:9
My life is a small life. I live in a small house. In a small neighborhood. In a small town. In a small state.
My husband and I have a small bank account. A small budget.
The one word prompt this week: Change
Five minutes on the clock…ready…set…Go.
“Time is the measurement of change.” That was the definition that Dr. Manor stated during my Survey of the Old Testament class seventeen years ago this Fall. We were discussing Moses and YWHW.