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25 Days of Advent: Time

Where does the time go? It flits and melts away like the snowflakes. If only it could be frozen and preserved!

What if we could gift wrap time? I’m not talking about a watch or a clock. I’m talking about actual seconds, minutes, hours, and even days.

Maybe it is possible.

What if I offered my time?

Couldn’t I expand my reach outside my daily routine, my cozy home, my inner circles? Wouldn’t that give warmth to another’s landscape encrusted in ice crystals because I enter into it? Couldn’t expelling even a puff of exertion prove there is more to life than my own comfort?

Isn’t that a preservation of time–that mere moment’s snapshot?

That memory shared with another?

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One Good Thing Every Day: April 20, 2013

Mark 4:39 NKJV

Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm.


Isaiah 30:15 NIV

This is what the Sovereign Lord, the Holy One of Israel, says:

“In repentance and rest is your salvation,    

in quietness and trust is your strength,    

but you would have none of it.


On Thursday, my middle son’s indoor softball game was cancelled due to a blizzard. As he sobbed his disappointment into my shoulder, I silently expressed gratitude. Yesterday, schools closed. Our home school does not tend to close for snow days, but I readily cancelled our field trip into the city. Ten inches of snow slowed our rapid pace. As I read these verses this morning, I marveled that God used a storm to calm our busy life. Rather than bemoan this blanket of unseasonable weather, I wrapped it around me and drifted through these days peacefully.

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One Good Thing Every Day: April 11, 2013

Nine to twelve inches of snow are predicted for my area. Yet, I laughed when I read this passage. Snow in April is ridiculous. But, God’s sense of humor is poignant and giggle-worthy at the same time.

Psalm 55:6,8

I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
    I would fly away and be at rest.

I would hurry to my place of shelter,
    far from the tempest and storm.”

Yesterday, I watched a Mourning Dove eat birdseed off the ground. This morning, the seeds are covered with snowflakes. One lone bird is finding shelter and food in my feeder, and the dove is no where to be seen. Still, here are the next words God planned for me to read today.

“Begin the day with open hands of faith, ready to receive all that I am pouring into this brief portion of your life. Be careful not to complain about anything, even the weather, since I am the Author of your circumstances.” from Sarah Young’s Jesus Calling: Enjoying Peace in His Presence

Psalm 118:24 NKJV

This is the day the Lord has made;
We will rejoice and be glad in it.

Today I choose to cup my hands under these fleeting, snowy blessings. If I do stick my tongue out, it is only to take a cue from Psalm 34:8.

Psalm 34:8 NIV

Taste and see that the Lord is good;
    blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.

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One Good Thing Every Day: April 2, 2013

Motivation is melting with the snow. The sun feigns warmth as a daunting chill still steals our breath. But, refusing any further hibernation, my husband and I secure our winter garb and walk against the wind. In our steps will be the Spring so slow in springing.

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One Good Thing Every Day: March 20, 2013

The first day of spring in Minnesota is under the snow. Tulips greeted me a year ago, but they sleep soundly today. I heard a bird or two last week when a year ago we bird-watched daily. The grass greened early. I wonder if I will see green again.

But, I am not jealous for last year. It was an anomaly. I live for these days of hibernation in the land of the cold sun. We need our winter repose to appreciate the humidity of July. I don’t believe in groundhog shadows because each day Minnesota’s weather surprises me. Where else can the sun blind me as it reflects off the snowbanks? Where else can I abate a hot flash by opening my backdoor? Where else can spring sound like the gentle melting trickle down my window pane? Where else can the lone tone of a robin bring such hope?