The High Calling

By Rachel Sales  
 
It is 12:35 AM. I am typing this article with one hand because my other is preoccupied with holding my two month old. My one-year old is in the bed with my husband and me as well, as opposed to her own crib, because she needed a little mommy time. Her little hands are rubbing my arms as reassurance that she’s still mommy’s favorite. Ever so often she attempts to push a key or two on the keyboard out of curiosity, only to collapse sleepily back down onto the pillow just before giving me her award winning smile. (This child is convinced that she is an only child, though she is number six out of seven. And I am persuaded that she deserves to be loved as such.)
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Coping with Loss

By Jennifer Kearson  

It was a long and tiresome week and I was ready for the weekend. I thought Friday would never come. Throughout the week I had been dreaming and planning for the upcoming Thanksgiving meal. Feeling a little under the weather, I decided to sit in my room and try to relax. Around 7:10 in the evening, the phone rang and my aunt said in a quick, sounding voice, “You need to come to Waycross; you need to come to Waycross.” Curiously, I knew something was not right and I talked to my dad and he bluntly told me, “Nanny died.” Immediately, a cold chill ran up my spine and I repeated the words to myself: "Nanny died?"  Words like, “Are you sure?” “How did this happen?”  “She was never sick” wracked my brain for hours, and that night I couldn’t sleep.
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Hat Writings

By Pam Kumpe  

"Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6

Before the game, Dad scribbled on the inside of his son's baseball hat with the magic marker and he wrote, "It's just a game."

Joe kicked at the dirt, as he ran from the dugout racing to second base. He stood inches from the bag, pulled on his cap and readied for play. The coach called, "Joe, move over some, you're too close to the bag."
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The Security of Imprisonment

By Dan Miller   

The comfort of familiarity may be keeping you from new and brighter opportunities.

Charles Dickens wrote about a man who had been in prison for many years.  Obviously this man longed for freedom from his dungeon of despair and hopelessness.  Finally, the day of his liberation arrived.  He was led from his gloomy cell into the bright and beautiful and free world.  He momentarily gazed into the sunlight, then turned and walked back to his cell.  He had become so comfortable with confinement that the thought of freedom was overwhelming.  For him, the chains and darkness were a predictable security.
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Dear God

By John T. McNeal   

Dear God,

Father, thank you for the abundant grace and mercy you show to me when I fall down. I have done a lot of falling down in my life. And at the same time, you have been there to reach down, pick me up and dust me off. I can tell that your love is sufficient. It is sufficient enough to heal the deepest wounds, cuts and scrapes that this world has to offer.  Thank you for being the Great Physician. 
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