One of the greatest gifts my parents gave me was the gift of music lessons. I started piano when I was about 6 years old. I’m still not a great concert pianist, but I find a lot of solace in sitting down to play (usually I wait for an empty house… I’m a little rusty!)
My parents gave this piano to me… I consider it a part of their blessing and my inheritance.
I stopped to pick up gift cards for the women’s shelter today. (And a few other items… Yarn was on sale…)
Flashed across the screen was the word “ACCEPTED”.
Yes. I am. Completely.
And it occurred to me as I finished my errands that this was a message that needed speaking to the world around me. There’s a lot of rhetoric right now that demeans and divides.
That is not the way of Christ…
Riding home from on-call this morning, I had a fleeting realization (which may or may not make sense to you…) It’s simply this: Depending on where you sit, you can have a different impression of how fast you are going. And if you are going anywhere at all…