I picked the perfect hot pink polish and relaxed into the big cushy massage chair as the glorious warm water swirled about my feet. Oh sweet pedicure! What heaven to escape for an hour with a fashion magazine, solitude and an awesome leg massage!
At least it’s what I thought.Typically an anonymous Asian woman starts the water in the foot bath as I check Instagram on my phone, or answer emails or texts. It’s easy to remain distant, disconnected and disinterested in the human being who is dutifully washing my feet. Today though, I felt the Lord prompt me to engage. “Talk to her, ask her name.” I’m fully aware…
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5 Ways to Get A Handle on Christmas
I’m just out of sorts this Christmas season. It’s all sparkling lights and tinsel, Santa and snowmen and I’ve just put up my freaking Christmas tree! Never have I not had a tree up by this point in the season. Never have I not had all my decorations done, cookies baked and presents bought. Last year …
What are your Bronze Mirrors?
I don’t know about you, but my mirror doesn’t always reflect what I’d like to see. I’m getting older, 50 plus, (actually way plus!) and what used to be curvy now sags a bit, firm flesh has turned fatty, lines serve as a depressing reminder: you’re not a kid anymore kiddo.
I look in the mirror, my looking glass, and see flaws, mistakes, frailties. I judge what I see as imperfect and compare myself to the women in my life and come up woefully short. I want to be noticed for my appearance. I want youth and beauty and to be all InStyle says I should be.
Don’t we all? Don’t we look in the mirror, vainly wanting more, judging what’s missing rather than seeing ourselves as God sees us, ‘fearfully and wonderfully made’? There’s an easy-to-miss statement in the bible. “He made the laver of bronze and it’s base of bronze, from the bronze mirrors of the serving women who assembled at the door of the tabernacle of meeting.” Exodus 38:8. Moses took the women’s mirrors, melted them down and turned them into a washbasin for the priests.
Chemo, a Shaved Head and knowing He is Enough
…As the chemo drips and her hair comes out in clumps and she begs for the thorn to be removed, He whispers, “My grace is sufficient.” As life comes at her harder than she ever bargained for He says, “I am the way, the truth and the life.” His fragrance permeates all our lives as she lifts up His name and makes it bigger than her problem, bigger than her pain, bigger than her hair.