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When White-Out Won't Work

A little allegory on a Friday night...
I am at a new school site this year. I have spent a considerable amount of  time going through the workroom in an attempt to organize and create space for supplies. While doing so, I have found a plethora of items. And, incidentally, enough paperclips to fashion a wedding gown (as a dear co-worker has said). 
Some of the items were pulled out from the depths of the drawers and cabinets could no longer be used, like dried out markers and the such. This week, I went into the workroom to get a bottle of white-out. The bottle was unopened. I removed the packaging, shook it, and unscrewed the lid. As I began to cover up the errors in a schedule, I noticed that the white-out was not gliding over the paper. Instead, it was gloppy and making a bigger mess. I went to the workroom in search for another bottle of correction fluid. The second bottle was completely dried out and useless. 
I ended up ordering a few new bottles of white-out and some correction tap…

On Forgiveness...

Forgiveness. It is something in which we all have grappled. Sometimes we are the ones requesting to be forgiven; other times we are the ones granting forgiveness (even when it isn't asked for...). I began thinking about forgiveness this blustery afternoon after it was the topic of today's sermon. I was reminded of the time I led a two-part study on The Hiding Place (Corrie Ten Boom). The first part lent itself to the topics of evil and faith's response to social injustice. The concluding portion, however, couldn't have been on any other topic than forgiveness. I remember sitting with it for a long while, this concept of forgiveness that can be so arduous, so convoluted. So I thought I would share some of my notes/reflection questions from that study. For those of you so inclined, read on :-)


Sometimes things that we think warrant forgiveness (or we demand it), really just need grace extended instead. We can look at the intent and if there isn't a malicious motive, t…

Turning...

It is 10:38pm on a normal weekday night. I am tired, but also fidgety (an odd combination, I know). Instead of inevitably tossing and turning, I have been listening to hymns and reflecting on God's goodness and grace in my life. And we remember, lest we forget His benefits...

I remember going to church when I was a child. My mother would interpret for the deaf at Harvest. I remember the songs, the scripture, the falling in love with a Savior. Then church stopped. I'd still sing for awhile, but soon my song faded. And I don't know why it became dormant.

In tenth grade, I began sporadically attending church with a friend. I read the Bible and wore a cross pin on my sweater...I couldn't find my song. I went through the motions. I learned things, but my heart wasn't open.

After graduation, I became pregnant at 17, had a son at 18, and was married a year later to an unbeliever (after all, I was living like one myself). And I was absolutely miserable. Empty. Hopeless.

H…