We recently purchased a new piece of furniture for our living room, an end table. It got delivered via the furniture store, and a few days after it arrived, we noticed a small scratch on the side. I didn’t think much of it (stuff gets damaged all the time—so what?). But my husband was outraged. He immediately called the company and requested they send a replacement.
My babies were off to college, two different colleges! I felt a need to make sure I covered every life lesson. You know, like, don’t walk alone at night, wear your flip flops in the shower, and nothing good happens after 12 am. I wanted to make sure I addressed any and every situation. I worried, I prayed. I prayed for God to show me what the important things were, what words of wisdom to make sure I gave the boys before they left. I was afraid I’d forget to tell them something and then something bad would happen to them.
Sometimes God calls us to share the gospel with strangers, but other times people in our everyday lives need to hear what Jesus has done for us. I am 14 now, but I was shown this at a very young age. I was only 8 years old when I made a friend at a new school. We gradually became closer, and soon she told me about her home life.
During our lifetimes, we make a lot of important decisions: Where should I live? Which job offer should I accept? Is he “the one”? Which school should we choose for our child? What is the best way to help my aging parents? I’m so thankful God is patient with me as I process and ponder. I just need to make sure I’m allowing him to guide my exploration, so he can lead me to the choice he has in mind…it may be something I haven’t even considered.
I’ve been up a lot at night lately, sometimes in the middle of the night; or wide awake at 4:30 AM. This is not usual for me. I like my sleep and if you ask my husband, he’ll tell you one of my favorite things to do is nap. My worries are getting bigger than I can ‘handle’. And, outside of the occasional occurrence of getting lost in a good book, the fact is that it’s my worries keeping me up
I was feeling discouraged about a Bible Study that a friend and I had started for a group of friends. This special group consisted of ladies from our social circle who were from diverse religious backgrounds. Some had never gone to church regularly, and others were from different denominations. They all had something in common: questions about God, the Bible, and religion.