However, what do you do when in the blink of any eye, our Pastor dies? All that is familiar is gone! Your husband’s close companion gone. A thirty-three-year friendship and co-laborer gone. My children’s lifetime mentor, prayer warrior, and encourager gone. All the blessings and direction our church has received because of this one Godly man, GONE!
Read MoreSometimes a kind word or deed from a friend helps us to keep going when we want to quit. It is such a blessing to have someone come to me and say they are praying for me or to find a note slipped under my door telling me they care.
Read MoreHis name is Joseph. I first saw him walking through our quaint downtown square with a bundle of blankets tucked under his arm . He was obviously malnourished. His hair and beard were unkempt and his skin bore the marks of weathering both the physical and spiritual storms of life. In my mind’s eye I immediately saw him as someone’s son, someone’s brother, perhaps, someone’s husband or father. My heart hurt for him. It was a short and simple prayer that I prayed that day, “Lord, show me how I could help someone like that.” The light turned green and I drove on.
Read MoreI desperately needed a flesh and blood friend; a person with skin on. I knew I had my wonderful Heavenly father, and I decided to never leave Him nor forsake Him nor blame Him no matter how bad my life seemed to me. But God also gives us a need for humans. During the whole ugly, crushing, debilitating process; I needed a friend. I was so very confused, devastated, and broken: I needed a friend!
Read MoreWhat am I going to do about this situation? Is there anyone who can help me? What is going to happen? We often don’t know what to do or where to turn. We seek counsel, think about it nonstop, and we worry. We worry about how we were treated and what they deserve. We lose our focus on what we should be doing and become distracted by things that lead us away from our main purpose in life. We spend time telling a friend instead of telling our one Friend, Jesus.
Read MoreThe first time I heard the phrase low maintenance, it reminded me of a lady in a church my
husband pastored. She said, “Oh, you don’t need to visit us or worry about us, we’re low
maintenance.” She meant that they would be faithful to church, give their tithe and missions,
help however they could.
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