Today is the day we remember, as Jesus asked us to do when we celebrate our communion with Him. In celebrating the last supper He and His disciples would share together before his death on the cross He said, "Do this in rememberance of Me" as He broke the bread. (Luke 22:19) This Good Friday, we remember once again. I was very moved my husband's post today, Tears of Rememberance on Good Friday. It made me thoughtful about how I remember - do I accompany my tears with a change of heart and a move to action? Do I believe that "all things are Continue Reading
Emmanuel! He Always Reminds Me
Every Christmas I seem to get bogged down in the details. I think it's because I'm a first-born and I have the incredible sense of responsibility to do things perfectly, from the way I fold the dishtowels to the way I hang the Christmas wreath. When I'm in this state, I don't appreciate and enjoy the wonderous thoughts and reflections of the season. I just go like gangbusters, get exhausted and start feeling unappreciated. O Martha, thy name is Renee. And this is no way to do Christmas. I love the Lord and He is so patient when I Continue Reading
About Last Night
Last night while the West Coast was at ease, I began to reflect on the events of the day. Our WifeBoat Group meeting had ended, all those courageous ladies sharing, baring and holding their hearts open to the Lord and to each other. I was so grateful for God's presence and work. I sat straight up in bed and wrote this: Today, I was your partner. I set out to prepare for the work You had for me and my heart became so full-- ideas, thoughts, compassion, pleadings-- all mingled with joy and anticipation. The Continue Reading
Scroogilla Meets Silent Night
My husband, who loves everything Christmas, has patiently dubbed me Scroogilla. I usually have so much to do preceding Christmas that when it comes, it seems like a huge monster waiting to be dealt with and conquered. Merry ChristmasSo it’s Christmas Eve and here I am again, Scroogilla Meets Godzilla. Today will be busy – my sister wants me to make Italian Casatta cake for our family Christmas dinner. I only have one present. My wreaths are still waiting patiently to be hung up, and although the Christmas cards are addressed, they need to Continue Reading
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