I had no idea that there were so many ways to break the tenth commandment. “You shall not covet your neighbor’s house; you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor’s.” Exodus 20:17 But after observing the… Read More Tenth Commandment – Overcoming Discontent
My heart is divided more often than I’d like to admit. It contains a large open space, like a modern house, where no walls divide the different living spaces, and where the light shines into all the corners. It also contains a dark closet where I go to stew. Do you have one of those,… Read More The Dark Closet
I once heard of a person who just could not understand God’s grace. And he is in good company. His religious beliefs were such that one had to try his hardest to be good, and hopefully his good works would outweigh his bad works in the judgment, and then God would let him into… Read More Difficulty Believing in God’s Grace?
This year I thought I had escaped the invasion of the ants. Other people were talking about how the ants were bad at their house this year, but our house only appeared to have a few stray scouts. Then I started noticing that a few scouts seemed to be consistently hanging around the bathroom sink.… Read More Sneaky Little Ants
The other day I looked up a French word that popped into my head just like that. Tracasser. Tracasser means to worry or bother, and the reflexive form means to worry or fret. Interestingly, for me at least, “trac” is another French word that means stage fright or nerves. And “casser” is a word which… Read More Cast anxieties on Him Who cares for you
Today I’m sharing two stories with a lesson. First, not too long ago my grandson wanted to help me dig in the garden when I was out pulling weeds. I was concerned that he might dig up the good plants, so I directed him to an end of the garden that I use more as… Read More Buried Treasure
I remember when I was 13 years old, mowing the grass in the front yard at my parents’ house. I was just becoming very aware of myself, and I hoped that the neighbors across the street noticed what a good girl I was. I also remember as a teenager being in the chapel at camp.… Read More Glory to Whom?
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