Guest Author 3 Minute Read I always wondered about the moment when I’d meet my future husband. Romantic dreams of Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy on a sun-drenched morning hillside filled my mind – Austen à la mode.
But can I confess something?
I barely remember Josh at all from that day.
Theresa 2 Minute Read If my son would refuse to nurse day after day, he wouldn’t grow. My milk is his fuel for growth. Just the same way, if we don’t read the Word, we won’t grow in the Lord. The Word is the fuel in our Christian walks.
Laura 2 Minute Read And in a brief moment, with rolling eyes…
I judged him.
Such a simple action. A moment in the mind. We evaluate and we label and we measure. By whose standards?
I had him all figured out from a few interactions. This complex child of God.
The End.
The End.