Remember When…?
Without fail, at least half of our conversations begin with, “Hey do you remember when…?”
Laughter ensues as we retell our perspectives on the crazy trip to Washington, D.C., the cross-state cycling journey, our evangelistic efforts in downtown Flint, or the campout in the dead of winter. We look back with fond memories, but also some wise evaluation of how we’ve ended up where we are now. We reflect on some regrets and discuss how we’d like to plan for the future. Most importantly, as we remember the experiences, choices, and outcomes of our youth, the conversation moves toward the grace and power of God. . .
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Touching the Line
Stop in your tracks.
Remember you’ve tasted grace…a life worth more than this.
Cheap, broken God-replacements don’t work and cannot satisfy. So slay lust before it is consummated. Don’t allow nascent sin-thoughts to conceive and give birth to death in your soul. . . .
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The Day that Never Came
We all love the feeling of anticipation about a long awaited day. We look forward to exciting things happening as we circle items on our calendars. We count down the hours by crossing off the finished days each night. We have hope in our waiting.
The only due date I don’t like, however, is the one marked for a baby that will never come. . . .
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The Weight of the World
What weights are pressing down on your heart this week? Do you have specific concerns that frequently cycle through your mind? Two diagnostic questions I often ask myself and those I counsel are: What’s the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning and what’s the last thing on your mind just before you go to sleep?
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Three Little Shoes
This past Monday night, I cleaned up the kitchen after we’d all enjoyed Stephanie’s giant, belated St. Patrick’s Day feast. As I finished scrubbing the last pan, I noticed there was a stillness in the air. The rush and banter and ornery, bed-time laughter of our three kidlets had disappeared. Our home was quiet. Not a peep was heard. Not even (thankfully) a mouse. . . .
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We Need Each Other!
Two events occurred this week that overwhelmed my heart with joy. I’m not just talking about a fleeting moment of happiness. No, I’m speaking of an inexpressible gladness in God’s work here at Mayfair.
What happened that was so fantastic? . . .
