Click. Hiss. CLICK! Putter-putter. Silence. There it was. My furnace died. Great, I mumbled. We've already had a few chilly evenings. I'd need to solve my heating problem soon. The wind kicked up and shadows waved across my windows. Ten more pines were drying up and making me nervous. Too close for comfort. Getting this group of trees cut was going to be a huge expense. My parents probably had their share of worries. At ...
You don't have to look far. She's in your church, scout troop and neighborhood. Afraid to upset him again, she's always rushing home. Skilled in explaining away mysterious bruises, she avoids your questions. You hope that your suspicions are wrong. You haven't known what to do.
Back in the olden days (OK, the 70s), we would spend afternoons playing kickball, hide-and-go-seek and Red Rover in each other's backyards. Occasionally, someone would argue that something was unfair. Heated arguments would reach ear piercing levels until someone would cave in and declare, "OK, it's a do-over!"
Did your calendar come with preprinted holidays? Mine did. When I flipped it to December, I came across an unfamiliar event: Dec. 26, Boxing Day. A little digging and I discovered that it has nothing to do with the sport of boxing. It's all about giving.
"For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways" (Ps 91:11 NIV).
"Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus" (1 Th 5:18) Don't you just love opening presents? Shiny, colorful, crinkling paper tears away as wishes are filled. The words "thank you" are effortlessly repeated. If you want to hear a lot of grateful people, just watch celebrities as they climb the stairs to receive their Oscars.
At a time when most children are asked to race through childhood, one local songwriter is helping them strengthen their faith along the way. Colleen Capes Jackson's newly released album and vacation Bible school program, "I'm a Champion," invites young listeners to dance along as they worship the Lord. Jackson, a regular contributor to The Covington News, Alcovy Magazine and national publications, has focused on her personal journey of faith to equip children in their ...
Did you ever have to make a project for school? I was one of four kids and our kitchen was continually used as Project Central. There was always a sigh of relief when the toothpick creation, rolled poster board or shoebox diorama was finally taken to school.
It's official. Mudslinging season is winding down to a close. During the next few days, emotions will run high, opinions will be shared and votes will be tallied. Don't make a mistake. Our children are watching us. I know, it doesn't seem possible that our own kids can comprehend complex issues involved in national and local elections. They probably don't.
"I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End," (Rev 22:13).
OK, I admit it. At my worst, I'm a people pleaser. I know, I know, I'm not supposed to worry about what other people think. The funny thing is that worrying becomes such a habit that I don't even know that I'm doing it. I'm surprised when my stomach gurgles, my neck stiffens or my palms sweat.
A crimson leaf swirls gently to my feet. Autumn is here. Whenever I have climbed into my own rut and started taking things for granted, God awakens me with a magnificent view.
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