Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” Mark 9:24

Late Night Visitor – Tag-Along

When I was a little girl, I loved to tag-along with my dad when he ran errands. Read more…

Late Night Visitor – Grief Takes a Holiday

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Late Night Visitor – The Grief Thief

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Late Night Visitor – Grief is Like…

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A Season to Plant

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Late Night Visitor

Hospitality is a gift of the Holy Spirit.  It is not my Spiritual gift, but I wouldn’t shut the door on a visitor.  In fact, I have been known to deep clean and make ready the space visitors will inhabit whether it is for a few hours or a couple of days.  The key for me is to know ahead of time of the visitor.  I like to be prepared.

One night while we were sleeping, somebody started ringing the doorbell and followed up with persistent pounding on the front door.  Bolting up in bed, my husband and I looked at each other wondering who could be stopping by at this time of night.  The caller kept ringing the bell and pounding on the door.  Before going to the door, we checked our security camera to see who was there.

A short person was standing with their back to the camera and we could not see their face.  We did notice a travel suitcase, on wheels, parked next to them and it measured about half their height.

The persistent little person would not just go away, so my husband cautiously approached and answered the door.  My husband was stunned to see this person was faceless, but able to tell him that he was looking for me.  As protector, my husband inquired who they were.  The little person proceeded to pull out a badge with their identification and my husband put aside his protectiveness and inquisitiveness and called out, “Honey, it’s for you!”

I approached the door cautiously.  I sized up the faceless little person and the size of their luggage.  I kept thinking about not expecting company and that I did not deep clean.  I have nothing ready for a visitor, and why are they here in the middle of the night?

The little person showed me their credentials, and I let out a sigh.

I wasn’t prepared for grief to show up in my life.

Psalm 31:9 (NIV)

Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;
    my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
    my soul and body with grief.

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The Hands at Work: Finesse

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Reference Check

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Lip Service VS Passion

Dinner out with my husband last week landed us in our favorite pizza place. Read more…

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