Pink Eye: My greatest fear. The very mention of this eye-issue sent me into a full-fledged frenzy. We are talking Clorox wipes, cloroxing; knees on the ground, beseeching Heaven; requests for latex gloves were becoming increasingly louder; a lock-down status was handed to my husband with the utmost of eye-avoidance care. I was eying sheets wondering ...
Eight years ago, nursing a broken heart, I carried my bible and sad self across the sand of the beach up the block from my parent’s house. I plopped myself onto a towel, wrapped myself in a warm sweatshirt and read the Word Alive.
It was on that beach, in that sweatshirt, sitting on that towel that I first read these words:
“Silence is praise to you, Zion-dwelling God; And also obedience. You hear the prayer in it all.”
Psalm 65:1-2, The Message
I’m a blade of grass; I’m already withering.
I woke up older this morning.
No, it isn’t my birthday. I’m just a day older than I was yesterday. The fact of the matter is, my skin is probably dryer. My hair is slowly starting its journey toward gray. My joints are more worn than they were last week. And calcium intake has become even more important.
I had the privilege of being taught Theology by an amazing Pastor/Teacher during my junior high years. Everything he taught challenged me on a consistent basis and shaped the way I approach the Bible now, all these years later.
I’ve made it a point since then to ask myself: do I see what is underneath? Do I notice those around me and treat them as creations of God? Or do I judge them by their outward appearance, instantly writing them off?
