All of us die but not all of us live. Make yourself a sacred promise today to live. Promise yourself beauty, laughter, friendship and commitment. Push yourself to hard places of freedom, difficult places that bring victory.
There was no one around. Everyone had gone home hours before. I looked to the left of me to make sure. The little red school house stood empty, resting – waiting for another day of school tomorrow. To the right of me was the expansive green field – also waiting.
Jesus wept as he saw how distraught his friends were over the death of their brother. Why wouldn’t they be? He had been dead for 3 days.
The snake slithered up to Eve and hissed, Did God really say you can’t eat from that tree? Suddenly in one small twisted well calculated conversation what she knew God had said just a few minutes earlier, she was doubting. Suddenly it wasn’t so crystal clear. Did he really mean that?
It was starting to get stuffy in the small waiting room. The kind of stuffy that closes off your throat or at the very least leaves you gasping for big gulps of air. My heart took wild leaps in my chest. My hand felt foreign as it trembled slightly at my side so I reached for my husbands steady hand.
One morning a few months ago, I woke up and I felt frazzled. Jeremy gone, lack of sleep all week, running, running, running, cleaning up child puke, dog poop and trying to make sure I was showered with matching socks and a smile on my face as I arrived to work on time.
It’s okay to feel weak and broken and hurt. It’s better than okay to be transparent and honest so that you are not sweeping your feelings under the rug.
When the Pharisees brought the prostitute to Jesus’ feet and recommended that they stone her, they were trying to trap him. With a smirk on their faces they waited expectantly for his reaction. What would he say? What would he do?
When the bible talks about a lady in the Bible who had an issue of blood I think of myself. I don’t really know what her medical issue was. The bible doesn’t really say. But I know that I have had issues for about four years now. And when I have lost so much blood that my iron reaches the depths of danger, I find it hard to move. I find that walking feels like I am walking through molasses.
Mary dried her eyes and walked slowly to the grave with flowers and perfume in hand. Her heart was so heavy as she reminisced about all the happenings in the last few days. Jesus had been cruelly crucified.