Footsteps on concrete,
Full moon rising and playing
peek-a-boo with clouds.
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Mowgli coined a new word tonight. Sminkles: Wrinkles that come from smiling.
Background: Mowgli noticed and commented on my forehead wrinkles tonight during dinner. Then he asked why his dad doesn’t have as many as I do, even though he’s older than me. I told him it’s probably because I tend to worry a lot more than his dad does. Then I pointed out that I have other wrinkles, too (what was I thinking?) — around my eyes and mouth — but that those are from smiling so much, and that he and his dad make me smile.
The worry lines I could do without. But the sminkles? Bring them on!
P.S. – I think it’s time to cut some bangs. 😉
The news from Paris hit like a ton of bricks. A painful reminder of the evil that exists and the fact that this world is not our home. In the days since, my Facebook newsfeed has been flooded with posts that argue for or against gun control, for or against allowing Syrian refugees into our country, for or against various military strategies and foreign policies. These are important issues. We need to discuss them. I don’t deny that. But (and please hear the gentleness with which I ask this of myself as well as you), where is our trust?
May we be able to say whole-heartedly with the Psalmist, King David, “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God” (Psalm 20:7, NIV).
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock I stand; All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
~ “The Solid Rock”, Edward Mote
So, something’s been bothering me about my original post.
In it, I said that Martha missed the point when she was with Jesus. And I stand by it. According to Luke’s account in chapter 10, she focused on her worries rather than on Jesus. But…
That was not the end of her story!
John 11 gives us a glimpse into Martha’s life a little further down the road. Her brother Lazarus had died. Though she had asked Jesus to come while Lazarus was sick, Jesus had delayed. But what did she do once He came? She went to meet Him, boldly declaring, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died. But I know that even now God will give You whatever You ask.” (John 11:21-22, NIV) And in the conversation that followed, she went on to confess her belief that He was “the Christ, the Son of God”. Martha might have missed who Jesus was once, but God gave her another chance, and she didn’t miss Him then!
Martha’s story gives me hope on the days I fail and get caught up in the cares of this world rather than my Savior. Praise God! He understands my weaknesses and gives me mercy and grace (Hebrews 4:14-16). And another chance.