Last November, I was blessed with an unexpected gift card to one of my favorite restaurants. I ALWAYS love an excuse to go out to eat. If I don’t have to pay to go out? Well, that’s even better.
So this was a very good surprise!
I couldn’t wait for the chance to use my new little plastic friend.
The more I thought about putting the card to use, the more enthused I got. Continue reading
LORD, build a dream inside my heart. Let it be YOUR DREAM and not my own.
LORD, whisper YOUR PLANS into my mind. I want to hear your voice, above all the other voices that clamor for my attention.
LORD, put a desire within my soul to SEEK YOU FIRST. I know that you are the only one who can satisfy.
LORD, start a revolution in my home. A revolution that says WE BELONG TO THE KING! We are His and He is ours. And we WILL NOT BOW to any other name or any other throne.
LORD, put a passion on my lips. A passion to SPEAK THE TRUTH about who you are and the great things that you have done!
LORD, direct my steps. I want to GO WHEREVER YOU CALL me to go.
LORD, open my eyes. Let me see the ways that you are at work all around. Show me how I CAN PARTICIPATE in those good works.
LORD, build a dream inside my heart. Let it be your dream.
Oh that I could be part of building YOUR KINGDOM…
COME!
YOUR WILL be done.
On earth as it is in heaven.
Amen
Over the past several weeks, I have been reading through the Gospel of John. It’s fascinating to me, how such a familiar book can still surprise me. There is always something new to discover and reflect upon.
For instance, I have really enjoyed reacquainting myself with well-loved Bible verses and stories about Jesus’ life. But the thing that has really stood out to me, quite unexpectedly, is the prevalent theme of disbelief found within the gospel.
Over and over again, despite the incredible signs and wonders that Jesus performed, many people struggled to believe in Him. Continue reading
“I’m hungry!” My 3 ½ year-old son said repeatedly as we made our way down the stairs and into the cluttered kitchen below. Still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I mumbled a drowsy: “what do you want for breakfast?”
Much like the red laser beam from one of his favorite nerf guns, my son’s gaze zeroed in on his target: a stash of candy that I had placed on top of the refrigerator. I tend to keep “the really good stuff” up and out of reach. But some of the kids lingering Valentine’s Day candy had recently been moved to the top of the refrigerator as well. I had naively thought that it would be safe from grabby little fingers up there. Continue reading
My feet began to burn as I immersed them into the swirling water churning inside the salon’s pedicure sink. I didn’t care. I knew it would only smart for a moment and then I could finally sit back and relax. With three energetic kiddos, 6 years and under, relaxing is something I don’t often get to do. At least, not for long! I was determined to relish in this rare moment.
I glanced over at my friend who had joined me for an afternoon of uninterrupted pampering, and we shared a knowing smile. FREEDOM! Continue reading
“Mommy, will you hold me?” My three and-a-half year old son whimpered and looked up at me with big pleading eyes. He was sick and wanted to be snuggled. How could I say no to those insistent baby blues? “Sure buddy. I’d love to hold you.”
Despite his faucet of a nose, croupy cough, and feverishly hot body, I was honestly thrilled to hold him close. Usually he is too busy running, wrestling, climbing, crawling, jumping, sliding… MOVING! He has no time to sit still, let alone cuddle with his mom. Continue reading
It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything. Truth be told, I just haven’t had the time or energy or desire to write. My eight month old daughter isn’t a great sleeper, which means lately I haven’t been either. My middle son is an early riser. I am NOT a morning person. Between volunteering obligations, juggling my oldest son’s school and extra-curricular schedule, battling what has felt like a never-ending round of colds, and just muddling through the mundane every-day tasks of keeping a house and family together, there hasn’t been room for much of anything except the necessities. Continue reading
Christy Engelhart 