It was the last day of Calvary Fellowship’s Vacation Bible School, 2008. My class of four-year-old “Gentle Bunnies” listened intently (well, most of them!) as the story time teacher presented a flannel board account of the Good Samaritan.
Visiting Cannon Beach, Oregon, last week with my family, I walked out onto the shore and my feet sank into the warm, white sand. Words from Psalm 139:17–18 came to mind:
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
They would outnumber the grains of sand…
My husband Ray and I recently took care of three little boys from church while their parents went out for dinner. With our two adult sons grown and on their own, we were blessed to spend time with these little ones. At one point during our evening together, the boys poured out a bin of Legos onto the carpet and I sat down with them, asking about the different Lego men, the weapons, the spaceships. The boys seemed preoccupied, searching quietly through the pile for their favorite characters while I continued my one-way conversation. Read Entire Post…
I met Bobbie when she was a cancer patient at a hospital where I worked. We hit it off, and after she was discharged, we corresponded back and forth. In one of her letters she wrote, “Today the sky is a beautiful blue, with puffy white clouds floating by. It makes me think about Jesus coming back. I can’t wait.”
Heads bowed. Eyes closed. One young man spoke out and opened our morning prayer gathering. “Hi Daddy,” the twenty-something man prayed, “it’s me.”