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I planted this rose bush twenty years ago. I bough I planted this rose bush twenty years ago. I bought it as a single twig sticking out of a rose bag at a flea market for the low, low price of $5. Over time, that twig budded and blossomed, and grew the most beautiful roses. When we moved ten years ago, I wished I’d dug it up. And in the years since, I wished I’d snuck in and taken a cutting but I didn’t feel comfortable doing it without permission from the new owners. I was in the area picking up a birthday present and drove past the rose bush. For the first time ever, there was a car in the driveway, so I knocked on the door. Long story short, I walked away with two twigs off my beloved rose bush. It hasn’t really been cared for, and most of it was dead, but I picked two bright green stalks just in case one wasn’t enough. I googled what to do, and how to do it, and I stopped at the nursery for rooting compound and sand, and the grocery store for dirt and 2 liter bottles. My hope is that one of these cuttings springs forth life with a little prayer, water, and TLC. I’m not a gardener. My chances are slim to none, I know. But if it works, it will be truly a gift of grace from above. It’s gonna take awhile, because few good things happen overnight. The very best things take the time to blossom into something beautiful, given love, prayer, and a smidge of rooting compound. Don’t give up on something just because you don’t see growth on top. You never know how God is working in the places we can’t see. Cheering for you, Karen
True story. This morning I was reading in John 2. True story. This morning I was reading in John 2. Verses 23 and 24 says, “Because of the miraculous signs that Jesus did at the Passover celebration, many began to trust in him. But Jesus didn’t trust them, because he knew human nature.” My first thought was, “Dang. That’s harsh.” And then I started reading about Nicodemus, and I saw this graphic/footnote. “Oh man, that’s good!” And then I took a picture, shared it on my Instagram story... oh and then I saw that my friend Kristen has a new baby in the family (hey, congrats!), and somehow 10 minutes later I have scrolled through friends’ pictures of pumpkin patches and families and kid sports pics, cows, bunnies, someone’s vacation, and yes I even clicked on an ad for a woman who lost 77 lbs in six months. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ Boom, here we are, a half hour into my morning quiet time and I’ve read through one page of my Bible. One page!!! I am the very epitome of verse 24. I’m the reason God doesn’t trust humanity! Not to worry, friends. I did get back on track and finish several more pages. How gracious God is to us that He allows us to get back on track when we wander off. (And in case you were wondering which graphic led to the snowball of distraction, here it is. 😂) Cheering for you, Karen #womenoftheword #devotional #Grace #hopewriters #squirrel
Yesterday I invited a friend to come to my house o Yesterday I invited a friend to come to my house one Saturday coming up. I figured we could just sit out and chat... watch the sun rise, the leaves turn colors, and the horses wander the pasture. And then I had this thought: “What if she wants coffee?” I don’t own a coffee pot. I don’t drink coffee. The last time I bought coffee was in 1998. So I started to worry just a little bit. Do I need to buy a coffee pot? Buy coffee? How can I be a good hostess to my friend if she needs coffee and I can’t provide it? And then today a colleague at work brought me this coffee on his way back from lunch. The best instant coffee money can buy. No pot required. I didn’t ask for coffee. I didn’t even mention coffee. It literally just showed up out of the blue. He brought it and set it on my desk and y’all. What a God we serve. My God shall supply all your needs, according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus. ~ Philippians 4:19. All your needs. Even a cup of coffee. Cheering for you, Karen #jehovahjirah #morningcoffee #womenoftheword #Godisgood
If we’re honest, I didn’t want to wake up at 4 If we’re honest, I didn’t want to wake up at 4:18 am. I didn’t want to exercise. I’d kinda like to still be in bed, ya know? But I was awake before the alarm and the early bird catches the worm... (and knocks out a little exercise, reads scripture, showers, cleans the litter box, and gets to work early so she can leave on time for her dentist appointment at noon.) If only younger me could see me now, right? #partytime I’ve decided that I want to read the entire New Testament chronologically before the end of the year, and I’m a couple days in. This morning we are somewhere near the end of Luke 1, where the priest Zechariah is in the temple performing his usual priestly duties and the angel Gabriel comes to visit him. Gabriel tells Zechariah that he and his wife Elizabeth would finally have a child in their old age. It’s always interesting to me to think about where God’s people are when He comes to them. Zechariah was at work as a temple priest when God sent Gabriel to him. Joseph (the earthly father of Jesus) was asleep when an angel came in a dream. He visits Hagar in the wilderness as she was running away and was with the Israelites in the desert by cloud and fire. God is so creative, yet so often we see Him visiting his people in just normal everyday life. God came to Zechariah while he was in the middle of “doing stuff”. They had waited so long to be parents and had just given up on the idea. But there was Zechariah, faithfully moving through life, and Gabriel came with life-changing news when Zechariah least expected it. It’s up to God to decide when and how to answer, and up to us to wait on Him. But our waiting doesn’t have to mean waiting—you still have life to live, you know? You don’t have to stop doing life while you wait on an answer from God. Keep going. Get up and exercise. Do your chores. Go to work or school. Clean out the litter box. Apply for that job. Take the family to the zoo. Serve at church. Be the third wheel. You have but one life. God will give you the answer at just the right time, but until He does, live your best today. Cheering for you, Karen
Today I want to talk to you about my tree. See, Today I want to talk to you about my tree. See, we bought our house about 3.5 years ago, and I LOVE it. It’s my favorite house. It came with a decent-sized green tree in the front yard, but after the first winter season, it never sprouted leaves again in the spring, so we pulled it up. In its place we planted a really pretty plum tree with purple heart-shaped leaves. Later that year, a storm came through and blew the tree over – snapped it right in half. I was really bummed. We didn’t dig the stump up – just figured we would plant again in the fall. Well out of the stump sprouted a half and half tree – half green, half purple. I’m pretty sure I talked to more than one person about how this half-breed tree reminded me of when we don’t remove all of the sin in our lives, or we mix in just a little bit of sin with a dash of holiness. Last weekend, I decided it would be a great time to call Miss Dig (811), to have them come make sure we had plenty of room to plant a new tree. Granted we didn’t do that with the purple tree, we just dropped it into the original hole. And I’m not gonna lie, calling Miss Dig was a very adult moment. I’ve planted at least 15 trees across our various houses and never have I called Miss Dig. But the replacement tree was going to be bigger, and I’d probably need to expand the hole just a little bit, so I called them to come mark the lines. Our tree spot? Where both trees we planted had died already? The builder had planted the tree right on top of the gas line. The tree I had picked to put there would 100% have surely hit the gas line when digging. And if God had not allowed both trees to die, their roots would have run right into the line. We often think that God sends us negative circumstances as punishment, but that’s not true. I believe both of these trees died because God was trying to protect us from something awful down the road. It makes you think, what “trees” in your own life does God keep trying to kill while you replant and replant and replant? Maybe it’s time to dig up that tree for good. Cheering for you, Karen #hopewriter #Godisgood #protection #womenoftheword #Gaslines #devotional #uprooted
They’re building a new pier in Surfside Beach, S They’re building a new pier in Surfside Beach, SC. The original pier was damaged by Hurricane Matthew and deemed no longer safe... beyond repair. The construction view is kinda awful to look at and the hammering is anything but peaceful. When it’s done? It will be beautiful, and useful, and able to stand strong in future storms. In the meantime it’s under construction. Much like us, you know? Sometimes we walk ourselves down paths that are unsafe (you notice I said “we walk ourselves”... mostly because we meandered down paths that weren’t meant for us) and God has to remove the harmful things in order to build something new. Sometimes He just wants to give you something BETTER. When we’re in the midst of that reconstruction things can look pretty awful. But when our trials are over, 1 Peter 5:10 promises us, “And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.” Just like the new pier, we’ll come out stronger, able to weather the storms. Cheering for you, Karen #reconstruction #trialsandtribulation #hopewriters #womenoftheword #encouragementfortheday #oceanismyhappyplace #surfsidebeachsc #better
It’s believed that King David penned Psalm 118 a It’s believed that King David penned Psalm 118 after he’d just come to the throne and possessed the kingdom that the prophet Samuel had anointed to him. David humbly gives thanks to God for his position of authority, and invites everyone to give thanks for God’s goodness. “This is the day that the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.” When I say, “just came to the throne,” what I mean is that David finally became ruler twenty YEARS after He was anointed by Samuel as the next king of Israel. I don’t know about you, but when it comes to waiting I start getting antsy if the waitress forgets to bring the refills she promised 30 minutes ago. Twenty years, in contrast, is a long time to wait for a promise to come to pass. Yet David wasn’t bitter that it had taken so long, he was simply thankful that God had blessed him, and called on everyone to rejoice with him. I know we have a lot going on today. Wars and rumors of wars. Weather. Sickness. But we’re all given today - a gift. This is the day the Lord gave to us. Let us rejoice, and be thankful for it. May we keep our eyes focused on the One who made the day, and less focused on the things that may happen within it. Cheering for you, Karen #hopewriters #devotional #womenoftheword #leadership #humility #rejoiceintheLord
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