The Seams of a Puzzle

Eighty-three days… I put together a jigsaw puzzle today.  After the puzzle was finished, I stood admiring the pretty picture it made.  Even though I could see little lines all through it from where each piece connected, I still considered it beautiful.  Those tiny...

Be a Barnabas

Eighty-four days… Tonight I was in a room full of women.  We were enjoying each other’s company by laughing, participating in witty (sometimes sarcastic) conversation, and shopping for jewelry all at the same time.  It was a great girl’s night.  Most of us who...

Inscribed on the Palms of His Hands

Eighty-five days… Isaiah 49: 15-16 Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her womb?  Surely they may forget, yet I will not forget you.  See, I have inscribed you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before Me. ...

I Miss Butter

Eighty-six days… I miss butter.  Most days I don’t, but today I do, so I ate some.  It was in the form of creamy alfredo sauce, and was exactly what I needed to make it through the rest of the day.  Today is just “one of THOSE days.”  My back hurts.  I wish I could...

Evaluating the Ground of My Heart

Eighty-seven days… Do you make lists for things like groceries or to-do lists of any kind?  I do.  Sometimes I make practical lists of things we are doing to prepare for an event or projects in the house.  Sometimes I make dream lists, which are lists of things I...

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