My 4-year-old nephew Simon asked, “Does God give hugs?” Yes, his mother said. Simon asked, “Do we have to wait in line?” His mother assured him that we don’t, that God can hug us all at the same time. Then Simon asked, “How big are God’s arms?”
It could be that we, too, have sought comfort from a counselor, from a doctor, or from a friend. It could be that we have resorted to books for help, to pills for peace, or even to busy schedules to forget our pain. In the end, we are hurting and we are unhealthy, still woefully in need of a touch.
I gave the ball a good, hard kick. It took flight and landed in a neighbor’s garden. I ran the bases and was headed for home when I got nervous—not about the ball’s landing in the neighbor’s garden, but about getting hit by the ball and getting called “out” before I reached home.
As the sunset fades and night deepens, streetlights, shop lights, and headlights shine, and I am reminded that it is in the darkness that the light shines brightest
Your path may be painful, your days may be difficult, your
situation may be serious. As Christians, even through our trials
and tears, we are called to look through the eyes of faith and,
along with the Shunammite woman, say, “It is well.”
There is a certain woman that I would like to talk to. Her story is told in 2 Kings 4:8-37, and the lessons of her story should be inscribed in our hearts.
Some lessons (if we are willing to be taught and willing to see) can be learned from a couple of 4-year-old girls and a little 3-year-old boy.
Consider three actions that relate to the Easter story which can aid us in living well.
Have you ever waited for guests to arrive at your house for a visit? Piles of clutter have been collected, cobwebs have been cleared, and culinary treats have been created. You are ready! The time arrives and you wait, watching from the windows, working at little details that don’t matter, waiting by the front door