I realized something the other day. My wife likes to follow certain photographers on Instagram, and occasionally, after the kids go to bed, she will show a photo to me and say, "Look at this one... I really like this one." The photo could be an image of a waterfall, an incredible sunset, or billowing clouds. She loves clouds.
I finally began to realize that it was after the most difficult days that she looked the longest at those beautiful images. Her soul was searching for beauty. We all search for beauty and have been since Eden. If we are honest, we might say our souls crave it.
Do you ever wonder if God can use your life?
I once struggled with this. I thought I had to be a certain way. Maybe a little more outgoing. Perhaps a lot more talented. The thing is, Jesus didn’t wait until I felt confident to invite me to walk with him or to do works in his name.
Years ago, when our kids were little, the comet Hale-Bopp appeared in the northwestern sky. Every night for two weeks we all bundled up and stood outside gazing at its dusty white tail glowing against the night sky.
On one of those comet nights my husband cleverly maneuvered our daughter’s bed 180 degrees around so she could look out her bedroom window at Hale-Bopp before falling asleep. I remember standing silently in her doorway, charmed by his efforts to enhance our child’s encounter with this spectacle.
In 1787, after a long hot summer of debate in Independence Hall, Philadelphia, delegates from the 13 American colonies approved the final draft of the United States Constitution.
When George Washington, the chairman, declared the document adopted by the delegates for ratification by the colonies, it is said that Ben Franklin stood up and said to Washington: “Throughout these months, Mr. Chairman, I have listened to the arguments pro and con while my eyes constantly looked up to the top slat of your chair back, where there is carved a sunburst. I have wondered during these days whether that sunburst represented a setting sun or a rising sun. With the adoption of this Constitution, I am now persuaded it is a rising sun.”
When my grandmother was in her final days of life I was afraid to go see her. As a young woman I had never experienced the loss of a loved one and I didn’t know what to expect. But when I walked into her hospital room to say goodbye there was something that felt “right” about it, and although my heart was hurting it was also filled with peace. Death comes to all of us, and when it does come there is something comforting about having people beside you to help answer all of your questions and provide your family with the care they need.
For more than 15 years patients and their family members have turned to Circle of Life for care and comfort. It’s clear when you walk through the front doors at Circle of Life that patients and families come first. From the beautiful surroundings to the friendly staff you instantly feel welcomed and cared for.
If we could have coffee today I'd say, "God cares about your tears."
Psalm 56:8 says, "Put my tears into your bottle; Are they not in your book?" If you could read a record of your tears, what would it contain? You probably can't even remember each one you've shed or why. But it seems God does.
Yesterday, I experienced a common event in my life. A smart aleck remark entered my head, and I had to decide if I really wanted it to come out of my mouth or not. In this case, I decided to keep it to myself. The key to this decision was asking myself a simple question: What is my hopeful outcome?
This is a question I am striving to keep at the forefront of my mind. Too often I fail to consider that question, and I end up behaving in ways that are not helpful. So, I am working to be intentional with my words and actions so that I choose those that have a higher probability of positive outcomes, especially with regard to those with whom I am interacting.
For years I kept the shades of my office closed. Sure, it made my office a bit darker than I preferred, but the view of the parking lot did little to add to the restful environment I hoped to create. So, the shades remained closed.
Until one summer day when I suddenly had the urge to let some sunlight in. I opened the shades just a bit and saw a hint of something shocking: a tall leafy tree had grown just outside my window! How long had it been growing there – months? A year?
Take a minute and really think about this question:
Did you know that most of us will spend almost half of our adult lives working?
So what do we really want from that half of our lives?
We want our work to matter, don’t we?
We want our work to have purpose and meaning!
In Genesis, Eve is called "the mother of all living." I believe that means every woman is a mother, because every woman brings life to the world in some way.
We encourage. We feed bellies and hearts. We nurture hopes. We create beauty. We birth dreams. And yes, some of us also have physical children. But that's not the only way to bring life into this world — it's one of many.