When I remain irritated and unforgiving, God cannot work in my life to turn the trials to good. My stubbornness waylays His goodness, just like Joseph planting the silver waylaid his brother’s journey. Like a patient Father, God waits for me to come around. And when I do, He rewards that
Oregon is burning down. At one time there were five fires. I believe we might be down to four. But as of today, over a million acres have burned or are burning and over 40 thousand people have been evacuated.
I was always the first to sigh when a church leader started talking about tithing or giving. I knew it was necessary for operations, of course, but wasn’t there a way to be more subtle? To not outright ASK and make it uncomfortable? The longer the talk, the more I squirmed and even wondered how I could leave without it looking strange to everyone else.
Puttin’ Up is in my blood. As a child, I knew an exhausting night was coming when my folks went to pick up boxes of peaches and cherries. I remember being so tired that I felt physically ill as I peeled and processed until the wee hours of the night, begging to go to bed.
Something popped out of my mouth that I had never thought of before. It surprised even me.
What if that abundant life He promises is not meant to be here on earth, but is awaiting us in heaven?