A season of letting go....

A few years ago, my son Casey told me that he was planning to write a book one day entitled, “The Things My Mother Never Told Me.” He was teasing me, of course, but isn’t that one of every mother’s fears – that when we release our children out into the world that we’ve failed to adequately prepare them to be whole, healthy, and successful adults?


Still Saturday::to rightly read the scale...

When I go looking for glimpses of Him, when I seek to fill the empty places with more of Him who is beauty, my equilibrium recalibrates to find its center in the Judge who became grace to bestow grace and I can rightly read the scale, feel it inside, and know it's true: 
If you can really see -- the weight of Glory always tips the scales for joy.
Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts Devotional, p. 83

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday


You know that stuff's not good for you...


Is this for you? The clerk asked, lifting the twelve-pack of sugar-free soda out of the grocery cart and placing it in the back of my Toyota 4-Runner. You know that stuff's not good for you, don't you? She continued as she finished loading my groceries into the car. Studies have shown that diet drinks actually make you gain weight, she added, reaching up to close the hatch door.

Stunned by her audacity, but not gifted with an ability to construct a witty or sarcastic response, I simply thanked her for her help, got in the car and began backing out of the parking space. Did that really happen? I thought. 

I'm sure it's true – the sodas aren't good for me – but we aren't friends or even acquaintances. Why would she think it's okay to share that piece of information with me or that I would be receptive to hearing it?

I watched in the rear-view mirror as she returned the empty grocery cart to the store – the one that sold me that pack of not-good-for-me sodas, and I wondered if I'd just been captured on Candid Camera.  

I may have been taken aback, but the conversation was so surreal that it made me laugh. And truthfully? I was grateful for the help. It had been a long day, and I was only two days past my last Rituxan infusion (to treat my rheumatoid disease). I didn’t feel well and I was exhausted. I don’t normally ask for help with my groceries, but she had noticed my weariness and walked across the parking lot to help me. When I wrote in my gratitude journal that evening, I counted her help as a gift.

But it also made me wonder, have I ever been that bold? 

Scripture tells me that when I speak into the lives of others it should be, only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear (Ephesians 4.29), and in a spirit of gentleness (Galatians 6:1). And I have to admit – my words are sometimes neither gentle nor do they offer grace.

I need to remember: Is what I want to say appropriate? Have I earned the right to be heard?  Do I have a relationship with this person that is loving and nurturing? Am I being sensitive to the Holy Spirit’s promptings or am I just wanting to share my opinion? And if I'm speaking truth for all the right reasons, am I doing so with gentleness, and will my words build up and give grace? 


I {LOVE} Sunday::to know God cares for me...

And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?
Luke 12:28 NLT
With Lovely Lisa's #GiveMeGrace Sunday Community


Still Saturday::Are we paying attention?


God gives each of us divine moments.

Despite the fast rate at which we live our lives, he is faithful to give us new chances to be reminded.

But are we paying attention?

Do we have enough will, enough strength, enough dissatisfaction with the current state of things to stop this runaway train that we've let our lives become and say to the conductor, "I want off! I refuse to let my life fly past me anymore without really seeing it. Without really experiencing it. Without really savoring it.

Matt Knisely, Framing Faith, p. 15


Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday