Oh, my heart. It’s as if every day I must grow in my capacity for sorrow. Sure, there is joy and happiness and good times, yet increasingly, I find myself mourning the state of this world. This is when I am sometimes most thankful that this world is not my home. It is full of brokenness, hurt, evil and chaos.
It was years ago, after I had my first child, that our Father convicted me of sin and showed me an aspect of my rotten attitude. What I saw was really abhorrent to me. I had developed a sin habit of griping my way through a day. It didn’t matter what the day held for me, I could find a way to complain and criticize…
I usually don’t introduce this topic in conversation. Homeschooling is a personal and very involved choice. There is no one better qualified to make this decision for you than you! And with that being said, even though I don’t introduce this topic, it comes up naturally and often as people observe my life and get…
Today is the day after the first day of spring. While the temperature started at freezing, the day has already warmed and the sun is hot in the sky. I step out on the porch, seeking quiet and solitude, and find more noise. And yet, in the deepest part of my spirit, it is quiet.