Good on YOU!
My husband, Leif, picked up the phrase from his remarkable boss, and he’s been saying it a lot lately. So I share it with you today as an exhale of grace and blessing.
This week, a passage has been haunting me.
A wildfire erupted near our home.
A vehicle’s sparks caused flames to scramble up the mountainside.
Less than three hours later, a close neighborhood was evacuated. Then the neighborhood across from us.
I think people have been so focusing on the pandemic, they forgot fluffy was coming for us. I’ve been joking, I ate and ate and ate so much that I’m no longer a size eight. 🙂
Maybe you struggle with your weight or wrinkles or body image, too. The hardest part is that in a media-savvy world, our kids and grandkids can pick up on these thoughts, too.
Our precious kiddos are stunning, but they don’t always see themselves this way.
I have a holiday Bible riddle for you.Â
Which do you think was the hardest: to be the Father in Waiting, the Prodigal Son, or the Older Brother?
Reflecting on Luke 15:11-32, I’m stumped by which was the most brutal. Maybe you can help.Â
Advent is upon on us, and it’s a time of waiting with holy expectation.Â
Sometimes it feels like so much of our lives are spent waiting. Waiting to graduate. Waiting to land another job. Waiting to meet the one. Waiting to become pregnant. Waiting for an empty nest (so that bedroom can become your personal room). Waiting for retirement. Waiting for different circumstances. Waiting for this ridiculous pandemic to end. Â
We drum our fingers. Twiddle our thumbs. Play with our hair. Pace. Or if you’re like me, make that loud exhaling sound. Hummmhhhh.
