Is Anyone Perfect?

When I was a child, I thought adults were perfect. It was only kids like me that did bad things such as lie about having brushed my teeth when I really hadn’t or pretending I didn’t hear my mom calling. When I became an adult, my childhood imaginations evaporated. Even the dream of being loved totally and unconditionally by another. But that was one fantasy I should have kept alive. Because that kind of perfect love does exist. The perfect Father loves His perfect Son (Jesus) with a flawless love. That’s not difficult for me to accept, but in John 15:9, Jesus explains that He channels this overflowing, amazing love to His flawed followers: As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you:

The God of Creation

"How will we know what God wants?” my husband wondered. “I’m not sure, but I have a feeling we’ll just know,” was my tentative reply. Then I followed up with, “I know God can show us. God is creative enough to let us know in any number of ways.” We were discussing children. How many to have. Not that it was really up to us, of course. Previously, we had concluded we should let God decide how many children will be part of our family. At the time of that decision, our first child was about 18 months old. Then came a miscarriage. At the time of our conversation, we were expecting again and approaching the due date. My assurance that we would “just know” wasn’t because I’m psychic. It was merely

Let the Light In

I crave light. It hasn’t always been this way. it’s only been for about the past three years that I have been obsessed with acquiring brighter light. Since the degeneration of my retina, everything looks murky to me. More light—lots of light—corrects the problem. So we keep adding more light inside our home. I wear a headlamp to see inside the freezer or drawers. Recently the phrase, “The LORD openeth the eyes of the blind” (Psalm 146:8) grabbed my attention. I’m not blind, but I’m too close for comfort. Currently I’m memorizing Psalm 146. As I think about times when God gave sight to the blind, I also think about verses about light. I love the verse from Psalm 119, verse 130: “The entrance

Come. Learn. Rest.

We seek rest. Physical rest, yes, but it’s the inner rest we especially crave. Rest--to silence our pricks of guilt, our trickles of fear, and the relentless sense that we are not enough. The world’s values wreak havoc on our souls, but Christ extends His gracious, generous offer of His way—a way of rest. Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30 KJV Meditating on this passage has encouraged me to abandon my selfish thoughts with their heavy burdens and expectations to then fixate o

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