The Ricker household swelled with its usual Saturday morning activities until~ BANG! Something hit the window. Running outside, we saw the small bird lying lifelessly. My husband picked him up and set him on his feet, and the bird remained frozen upright, eyes half-closed like he was unconscious. “Phillip.” That’s what the boys called him. We’d never seen another quite like him. We stood bent over, taking turns praying for Phillip with the laying on of hands. Quite a sight, I’m sure. And still, the little guy never flinched. “God cares about Phillip,” I said. Matthew 10:29, 30 came to …
Baby Steps
[box] “Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:4[/box] Our family recently laughed ourselves silly in front of videos of our kids as babes. Highchair time was clearly more about playing than the serious art of eating. Carrot and pea-smothered faces, proud monosyllabic babbles for the camera ~ great material! The boys, now teens, howled watching one of them make his first crawl, or should I say first scoot. “Come on! You can do it!” Frustrated when his body wouldn’t cooperate, he whined and got feisty. Finally, with a grunt and push …
Good Morning Thinking
I wake up early. Too early I think. My brain’s still trying to unravel my dream, separate the uglies from reality. No, my husband doesn’t have a problem with that any more. And yes, he still loves me. But ok, I’ll say a quick prayer for his strengthening. I watch him under the glow of the digital clock, his chest rising and falling, his snores gentle for once. Why am I awake? I feel the pull of the Spirit. In the same way hunger awakens me after a workout, some part of me, my spirit I think, starts to hunger …
Trust I Must
My Mac time capsule/wireless router overheated to an early death, so I don’t know when I’ll be able to post this. I don’t know if I’ll get the device working again. Lord, help. All my written words transfer through our wireless connection! I feel disconnected from the source. I laugh at how computer-dependent I sound. God is my only Source, and nothing can out-power our connection, not even mechanics. I sigh because I still don’t know when I’ll be able to “send” this message; but I choose to rejoice because I know Sovereign God says, “My timing is perfect. Trust …