What is G-R-A-C-E?

I’ve been looking for grace for the past several years. Grace is something that fascinates me. The more I learn about grace, the more I realize how woefully lacking I am. Not that I lack God’s grace because I have found His grace is sufficient. What I am short of is BEING gracious. I am learning how to humble myself and surrender my needs through life’s lessons. There’s no such thing as a Christian having certain rights; I don’t deserve anything at all. This year is half over and I still hope to make progress when it comes to BEING gracious. I am drawn to people of grace. They don’t even realize they are exuding grace; it just flows naturally out of them. Read more

Summertime

Little Johnny tossed a water balloon at Billy. A normal reaction from the teacher would be to reprimand Johnny, but this was not a normal day. Miss Jones cheered from the sidelines. Billy fell to the ground with laughter. The boys high-fived each other, and the next team lined up to enjoy this fun in the sun. Outdoor activities are common end-of-school-year events. Kids begin to daydream and plan what they will do for the summer. They are antsy during regular teacher sessions. Aware of this, teachers plan field trips and outdoor activities. Read more

Childlike Faith

Mr. Book was at the public library yesterday. Mr. Book is not a human, but rather a robot of a friendly book. Two-year old Wesley approached Mr. Book tentatively, and was greeted with “Hi, what’s YOUR name?” With daddy’s help, Wesley gave his name, and said that he was two years old. They had a sweet discussion, during which time Wesley stared in utter amazement at the creature before him. He left with excitement for picking up some books to take home and “read.” What Wesley didn’t know was that there was a kind gentleman positioned in another part of the room with a headset. He spoke to each young child as they entered the library. He made their visit a personal, individual, experience. Some walked away skeptical, others were afraid, but most were thrilled.

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Kidnapped by GPS

Her name was Zelda. At least, I imagine her as a Zelda. Her voice sounded like one. She politely told the driver and his passengers what turn to take next, and how long until the next set of direction—even the estimated time of arrival.

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Rooftop Revival

Three-year-old niece Rachel asked her daddy if she could go up on the roof with him and walk around. Thinking he could appease her, he told her she would have to wait until she was seven. He figured no child would remember a promise that long, and no more mention was made of it …

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