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Rustle, rustle… stir… whimper… whimper. I role over and try to pry my eyelids open. Squinting at the clock, I attempt to focus my eyes on the red numbers. 4:42. Ugh. She can make it a little longer till she needs to eat, I think….
Swish, swish…blankets moving…whimper…pant… I have to sit halfway up this time to lean over my husband. 5:23. Can she make it a little longer? I was hoping for 6:30 this morning. Whimpering turns to panting that turns into wailing. I slide my legs out from under the comfy covers and lean over the crib. In the soft light I see my little girl turn to look up into my face. Her countenance changes from utter disgust to one of the cutest smiles I’ve ever seen. “Is momma’s little girl hungry?” I whisper. She smiles.Read More
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When I joined Facebook in 2004, it was a lot different than it is now. Newsfeeds, statuses, fan pages, and those ever annoying and time wasting games like Tiki-farm-hotel-knight-lizard-cooking ville towns, did not exist. To become a member of “the facebook” one had to have a college email address from an approved educational establishment. My friends and I anxiously awaited the day that Sam Houston State would be approved so that we could join this mature site.
Six years later, I sat looking at my profile. 802 friends?? Is that even possible? I decided it was time to start removing some of these “friends.” As I began to peruse these names and faces I started thinking about how I knew each person. People I’d served coffee with, and to, at college, those I’d studied history with, stand partners from orchestra, even a few professors! People who have known me my whole life and those I met last month. Some have taught me Sunday school, led my small groups, taught me how to snow ski, water ski, drive, cook, and clean. Those I’ve stayed up late with laughing, crying, sneaking around. Some I have babysat and taught in school. I’ve climbed mountains, laid on beaches, sat in churches, invented recipes, rang in new years, opened Christmas presents, sat in hospitals, crammed all night at Denny’s, giggled at Disney movies, toilet papered houses, studied the Word, traveled Europe, cleaned old hotels, and sat in co-ops with these faces. Many I haven’t spoken to verbally in years. Some I probably wouldn’t recognize if I passed them on the sidewalk. Others I talk to nearly everyday.
Then I started thinking about what each of these people remember or think about me when my little face pops up on their Newsfeed. Do they have deeper memories than the fact that I made them a great latte? Can she remember the truths we studied in Bible study or the fact that we just laughed a lot? Was I a friend that pointed to Christ or one who just listened to his problems? Have I been more than a bratty, immature cousin? Did I seize moments to show God’s Love or simply react to annoying people with impatience?Read More
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On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.
In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.
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The Cross. The symbol of death, pain, and suffering. The punishment for the harshest criminal. The weight of sin hanging on my Savior as he gasps for breath. The place I should have received my punishment.
But instead, I stand mocking. Laughing. Hurling accusations.
Yet He loved me. He chose me. He saved me.
So I choose Him. To love. To serve. To worship. Forever.
And I will cling to Him. To His salvation. To His cross. To His transforming power. Forever.
Whatever it costs. Whatever He demands. He deserves.
Thank you, Lord, for dying and living, so that I may live for you.