She didn’t call. She didn’t text. She waited; waited to tell me herΒ devastatingΒ news. She wanted to be in a safe place in case the tears began to flow. “I didn’t make it…again.” My daughter has auditioned for multiply honor choirs over the past two years. This one would mark her fourth rejection. “Maybe God is…
I don’t remember having emotions so unstable you go from crying to laughing faster than Jimmy Johnson making a NASCAR lap. But I do witness this from time to time in my girl.
At moments like these, we think, “Here we go again” or “I’ve had a long day; I’m really not up for this!” We just want her to calm down. In an effort to move this process along we might even make remarks such:
“It’s going to be alright.”
“This isn’t that big of a deal.”
“Try to have some self-control!”
Sad. There is no other way to explain it. Just sad. There have been times over the past couple of months when I have wanted to climb back in bed, pull the covers up over my head and just stay there. I would guess that there are days when you have felt this way too;…
My oldest girl will take her SAT in two weeks. I know she is nerveous. The pressure that comes from the school and colleges in the junior year is just too much. Between now and that morning, I’ll pray; pray that all the knowledge that has been poured into her mind will pour out that…
I’m always a bit nervous; nervous the first time someone joins us for dinner. I just never feel sure what is going to fly out of someone’s mouth…sometimes my own! Last Monday, Amy joined us; it was her first. It was one of those last minute invites, so when I served her the portabello mushroom…
My dear friend, Wendy Blight, shared this with me this weekend. (Wendy has just started a study in Hebrews…stop over to her website. www.WendyBlight.com) Our prayer… Deliver me, oh Jesus, from the desire of being loved. From the desire of being extolled From the desire of being honored From the desire of being praised From…