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Friday, May 27, 2011

clean hands

Benjamin reached for the baby. Fresh in from working, he bounced him on his knee. It was a sweet picture…



























...until I noticed his hands.

They were filthy. 
He shouldn't be holding a baby with such dirty hands.


Sometimes we pray things that we don’t fully understand; I clearly remember mine … 

“Lord, give me clean hands and a pure heart”

Today, while watching my brother’s hands, I understand why I prayed that.

I touch so many people in a day. Before I reach out, do I look at my hands? 

Love compels me to turn them over and look closely. Are they dirty?







Christ in me wants to keep you clean. So I resist reaching out…
until I have gone to Him and He has washed my hands clean.  



Thursday, May 19, 2011

Stand firm


The little bug had chosen a feeble escape. Up the stem it crawled, pausing to hold on for dear life as gusts of wind blew at the flower... 




























 ...eventually the wind calmed and the little bug crawled confidently to its destination.





















































On His Path there will be many ‘winds’ that try to loosen our footing and blow us off our course.







He has given us something to hold on to-
                                         grip tightly-your very Life depends on it. 


















“By standing firm you will gain life.”-Luke 21:19


"If you do not stand firm in your faithyou will not stand at all." Isa. 7:9



May our steps be sure and strong ones.





Wednesday, May 11, 2011

A Cup of Thoughtfulness

When I was at my Grandparents this past week my Grampa did something that made a huge impression on me.

He warmed my coffee cup…every morning.

Oh, you might be thinking, just that? I was expecting something a little more profound!













It’s the little acts of thoughtfulness, consistently carried out, that make the deepest impressions on the heart. 



As I wrapped my hands around my cup and felt the warmth, I thought of my Grampa. 
How he could of just warmed his own…



…but he thought of me and decided to warm mine too.

Now as I remember my Grampa, the sweetest memory is a warm cup, waiting for me on the counter. 

















A cup of thoughtfulness goes a long, long way.







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