Emergency

I did it again yesterday. I booted up my computer before I did anything else. Before breakfast. Before getting dressed. Before brushing my teeth.

Opening my email inbox came before everything else, including time alone with the Lord.

It’s not that I didn’t want to spend time with Him. It’s that I felt compelled to see if there were any emergencies that needed my attention. Did my kids/mother/friends/church family/ministry/business/volunteer responsibilities need me?
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We Watch ’Em Fly

As a boy, I sat on my granddad’s porch one day and watched a bird pushing her little ones out of the nest. They beat their wings in a struggled frenzy. Then the moment came when they got it. They began to lift and then they were gone.

It occurred to me that the momma bird would be left alone. I asked my granddad what she would do. Looking at me in my endless chatter, he must have considered the relief that bird would know when there weren’t all those little birds crowding the nest anymore. But my granddad said, “Well…she watches ’em fly.”
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Are We There Yet?

My kids are really good travelers. It’s a wonderful thing, since much of our extended family lives 800 miles away. But probably just like with your kids, there comes a time in the trip where “How much longer?” and “Are we there yet?” become echoes from the deep back seat of boredom. The DVD player has been tuned out, coloring books are littering the floorboard, and crayons are melting between the seats. They’ve had enough.
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PEACE AND QUIET

Running errands with my over-active, over-talkative four-year-old son challenged my reservoir of parenting patience. As we drove the fifteen miles into town and then from bank to post office to grocery store, Luke rehearsed of every thought that had crossed his mind since birth.
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Blessing Rising from Rubble

I was a missionary in Haiti for seven months in 1983. Years later I took a church group there. I developed relationships with many Haitians. Some were good friends. I’ve been to the areas in and around Port-au-Prince and know all the street names and places that are in the news—they were the nicest parts of town. I’ve been to buildings that are now flattened, stayed in houses that slid down the hillside. Recent photos of the earthquake’s devastation bring me to tears. I so badly wish I could be there right now.
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