The invitation arrives when you least expect it, folded neatly like fresh towels still warm from the dryer and it wraps, unexpectedly, around your heart. The invitation reads something like this: Dear Mom: You are cordially invited to a party. An After Party. Your children are growing up. They’re heading out of the nest soon and all …
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Ten Ways to Show The Father’s Heart
My Puzzle part. That’s what we’ve always called each other. In fact, it’s inscribed on a signet ring I had made for him before we got married. Our life together often feels like a giant, 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle! We haven’t always known where we fit and we’ve been moved about trying to fit here or there or just fit in. But we’ve always fit together.
We clicked from the instant we met. It didn’t hurt he was super cute, an incredibly gifted musician, smarter than anyone I’ve ever known and funny as the dickens! I knew very quickly he was the one I wanted to marry. And we did, 31 years ago. And in those 31 years he’s taught me more about the Father’s heart than anyone else I’ve ever known.
When God isn’t Enough
I woke up early today before sunrise to the noise of the mowers outside mowing away in the still dark Georgia morning. I got up to close the window, got back in bed and pulled the covers over my head to drown out the noise. I snuggled down into the warmth and slipped right into a …