Sunday, November 29, 2009

What Do You See?

-- Take a look at this picture (click on it to open a larger version in another window)--what do you see? Blue sky? Trees? Bull rushes? Well, yes . . . and no. That is what it looks like, right? So why am I giving you the impression that maybe you shouldn't trust what you see? As the photographer, I may know a little something about this picture that could change your perception of the whole scene. In fact, I do! Have I digitally changed this picture in some way? Not at all--the pixels are completely unaltered from the day I took the picture. So what do I know that you don't know (maybe some of you have picked up on it)? The picture above is upside down. The blue sky, trees and bull rushes are mere reflections of the real things. Here is the original in it's right-side up presentation: The lives we live are often like this picture--we think we know what we're looking at, we think we recognize the scene in front of us. Then, based on our perceptions of what is and what should be, we think we know what we should do, how things should go. Let's face it, we even think we know what God should do and how He should behave, when He should show up and what action He should take. Ah, but there's the kicker--OUR perceptions! What happens if our perceptions aren't completely true? What if we knew that we were seeing only a reflection, a reflection subject to ripples and blurring and visual distortion. Would we be so quick to go by what we see? "For now we are looking in a mirror that gives only a dim (blurred) reflection [of reality as in a riddle or enigma], but then [when perfection comes] we shall see in reality and face to face! Now I know in part (imperfectly), but then I shall know and understand fully and clearly, even in the same manner as I have been fully and clearly known and understood [by God]. 1 Corinthians 13:12 AMP Just as I, being the photographer of the picture above, could bring a more informed perspective about the picture you were looking at, Our Heavenly Father has a much more informed perspective about the lives we are looking at. He knows what is real and what is illusion, what is blue sky and what is deep water, what is a living tree and what is just a watery reflection. He can tell us where the solid ground for our next step is, even when it looks to us like empty space. He sees with crystal clarity and His perceptions are perfect. His vision is not murky, His eye is not dim! Whether we feel like we know exactly what we're looking at or we can't tell which way is up, we are only on a firm footing when we ask God for His perspective. We can fully trust the One who fully knows and fully understands each of us and who can perfectly see the lives we're facing.
What is God teaching you about His perspective?

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Echoes from the Mayflower

-- Listen! Can you hear them? Can you hear the echoes of that very first Thanksgiving feast? In the hustle bustle of the kitchen with clanking pans and sizzling turkeys, listen close and you'll hear the distant sounds of women cooking over open fires, turning the spit for hours as the meat grew more fragrant and delicious by each turn. I wonder if they had any idea that we would still be following their lead and continuing their tradition 388 years later. Their hearts must have been so full as they reflected on all God had brought them through. They must have been keenly aware of missing people from home, and of the loss of friends and family who had started out with them, but who had not survived this far. They must have held each other that much more closely in this celebration of harvest and life, hope and freedom, all out of their gratitude to Almighty God who held them together.
Tracing . . . tracing . . . tracing . . . generation upon generation . . . back and back and back . . . exactly ELEVEN generations back to my nine-times-great grandfather, a man named Edward Doty, who arrived on the Mayflower. He was there for that very first Thanksgiving feast! For me, maybe for many of you too, these were not just distant people from a history book. One of them was family. Something about that direct-line family connection brings the Mayflower and all it symbolizes much closer to me. Although Grandpa Doty was not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, I am so glad that he made that long voyage and did what it took to survive and thrive here, that he was part of the beginnings of this great country. Edward Doty is just one of many of my ancestors who were among the very earliest settlers in what would be come the United States of America. Each of them brought an intrepid spirit, a willingness to risk everything for freedom, and the bold resolve it took to cut a new trail into a vast wilderness and turn it into the great country we enjoy today. One more thing--the majority of them believed whole-heartedly in the God of the Bible and His Son, Jesus Christ. I am truly thankful--today, and everyday--for all those who have gone before, for their sacrifice, for their determination that made my life here possible. I am most thankful for their faith in God, a faith that put boots on the ground and persevered down through eleven generations.

"I always thank my God as I remember you in my prayers,"

Philemon 1:4 NIV

I pray everyday that I will be as faithful in my generation as they were in theirs . . . that I will not fail to pass the baton to my children as it was passed to me. I speak of both the baton of Christian faith and the baton of the passion for freedom born out of that Christian faith. Thanksgiving Day in 2009 brings such a mix of emotions and images to mind--it is family and fun, food and football, but it is even more about faith and freedom. It all goes together, and I owe it all to the great God who started the whole idea of celebration feasts to begin with! If I live with Thanksgiving in my heart everyday, maybe my life will echo and ring down through the generations to come--I truly hope so!
What echoes from the Mayflower did you hear today? What do you hope sends an echo forward from your life? --

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Love Letters

-- Love letters are the stuff of story books, fairy tales, movies and songs. Kept and treasured for years, worn with frequent handling, love letters are more precious to the loved one than gold or jewels or riches. Read and reread, pored over and memorized, love letters pour love from one heart to another. I find love letters from God all the time! He has this endearing habit of designing hearts into His creation, and then He waits and watches to see if I'll find them . . . and notice. Here are a couple of the recent love letters I've found: There is another love letter that is my favorite one of all. This one is filled with so much love it is sixty-six books long, detailing a love like no other, and written just for me . . . and you . . . and anyone willing to be loved. This love letter is the passionate expression of a completely sacrificial, nothing-held-back, all or nothing, utterly incomprehensible love to outshine all loves! This letter lays bare the heart of the greatest of all Kings, who loves His beloved to the point of His own death. So who is the King who sent this amazing love letter? Who is capable of a love this powerful? There is only ONE! He is the King of kings, the Hero of heroes, Jesus Christ Himself. His letter tells of His unfailing love, of His Father who sent Him on this rescue mission, and of the Holy Spirit who, while our Beloved Hero King is away, waits with us, eagerly watching for His return! Just like the romantic kind, this love letter is the inspiration for story books, fairy tales, movies and songs. Kept and treasured for years, worn with frequent handling, this love letter is more precious than gold or jewels or riches. Read and reread, pored over and memorized, this love letter pours love from His heart to mine. This love letter is my Bible, God's very own words written to me. It is my treasure, my heartbeat, my breath and my life. He wrote it to you too! You are loved beyond measure!!
"The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: 'I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness. '" Jeremiah 31:3 NIV

P.S. I am sitting in a quiet little hotel business center, reflecting on an amazing experience. I wrote my Love Letters post before I left on Friday to bring my daughter and a group of girls from our church to an event called The Revolve Tour. During this weekend conference, each speaker, every band, every drama presentation, told the Arena filled with thousands of teenage girls of the love of God in a powerful, passionate, dynamic way. Their theme was so simple, but so profoundly important:

"God Loves You. The Real You. 4Real."

I was struck by the thought that these people were walking, talking, singing, dancing Love Letters, sent to these girls (and grown up girls) to pour His love into their hearts. That is what happens when we truly receive His love, we get to become living love letters to the people God puts in our path. I was privileged to carry that mission out in a one on one time with a beautiful young girl last night and I am humbled to have been given the opportunity to be a very personal love letter sent to her.

I am so thankful that my precious daughter and I were able to share in this experience and that we will be able to remind one another of the mountain top experience we had. We will become His love letters to one another and to the people to whom God sends us. We are so blessed!

Tell me your favorite lines from God's love letter to you, His Word. Tell me about a time when you got to BE a love letter!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Playing For Keeps

-- My Mama-heart trembles with questions that toss and jumble. I try so hard to make sense of all the conflicting, confounding concerns for my children that clamor for my attention. Which concern takes precedence? Which need is most important? In a world runaway with its own insanity, how do I as a mom, how do we as parents help our kids navigate the mine-fields of their generation's culture wars and the enemy who would love to derail them? It feels like the movie scene that gave me nightmares as a little girl. Snow White, fleeing from the wicked Queen's murderous plot, runs through the creepy dark forest with the tree branches grabbing and grasping at her cloak with evil intent. That is sometimes how I see the world my children go into every day when they walk out our door. Sex, drugs, alcohol, and violence are everywhere from TV to the school yard, packaged in profanity and peer-pressure. Not only that, but ideas, influences, attitudes and ideologies come at them from all sides, promoting all manner of confused and destructive thinking. There are so many things our kids are forced to know too soon. There are so many choices our kids are forced to make . . . so many choices WE are forced to make, and each choice is playing for keeps. Is it more important to keep them safe or teach them how to take the right risks? Is it best to have tight boundaries or give them room to stumble and help them learn their own lessons? Is it right to shield them from darkness or should you show them how to light it up? Most of the time it's a little of both, but it can feel like this impossibly delicate balancing act where a whisper of breath in the wrong direction could topple everything. I have this sense that I could spend all day and all night on my knees and still not have prayed for them enough. I am so blessed that both my children love God and have a desire to live for Him. I could not BE more thankful for that. Still, it is a daunting responsibility to be entrusted by God to guide them through a world so diametrically opposed to all we believe in. My temptation is sometimes to think that we are all alone in this, even to think we're all alone with God in it--HE is enough, but there is only one of me, only one of my husband, and even in God's enabling, there is only so much we can do because we can't be with them every minute. Last night I got a truly encouraging reminder that God brings other people alongside our children, and He brings other influences, other voices, other lives to impact their own. We have just recently started attending a different church, and I had taken my daughter to youth group. As I talked to the youth pastor's wife, getting acquainted for the first time, I felt this weight I'd been carrying begin to lift a little, because I heard in her words and her story and her personality, all kinds of divinely appointed reasons why God has aligned our lives at this exact moment in time. He orchestrated it all, just so He could reinforce, expand, advance and deepen my daughter's already growing desire to walk with Him. The cool thing was, as I was marveling at God bringing this young woman to us at just the perfect moment, she was expressing how God was encouraging her and her husband through my daughter!! How very like God to answer our prayers through one another. What a privilege He gives us when He not only answers the cries of our hearts, but uses us to answer the heart-cries of our brothers and sisters!! Parents, love your kids with your whole life! Pray for them like there's no tomorrow! But TRUST GOD and know that He hasn't left it all up to you!! He was playing for keeps with their hearts long before He entrusted those precious children to your care . . . He still is!
"being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians 1:6 NIV
How has God used other people to influence your children in ways you never could? How will you express your appreciation to them?

Sunday, November 15, 2009

God Got There First!

-- "For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; " Psalm 91:11 NIV
We would surely be amazed if we knew all the near misses we have with calamity. Once in awhile, sometimes twice in two days, we get a glimpse of the results of the unseen efforts of God and His angels to protect and guard us through the hazards of this life. Last Wednesday night, my mom in Canada was at her weekly Bible study with friends, expected home around 9:15. My daddy was happily watching a Gaither Homecoming video, and assumed the noise he heard outside about that time was the sound of her car driving up the long gravel driveway. He anticipated she would be in soon, but when she didn't come in the house, he went out to see what was keeping her. To his surprise, she wasn't even home yet. And then he saw it! His truck was missing!! As he looked around for clues, my mom drove up, much later than she ordinarily would be getting home. As we talked about those events the next morning, we all marveled at the protection of God that he kept both my parents out of the way while the crime was in progress! The loss of the truck is a real blow, and the sense of having their haven from the world violated is the hardest pill to swallow, but THEY ARE FINE!! UNHARMED!! SAFE!! With the evil of the world swirling around, too close for comfort, it did not come near them!! God got there first!! Shortly after I hung up the phone from that conversation, my 13-year-old daughter's school called to let me know she had taken a bad fall during her PE class. They thought she was basically okay and since She-So-Sweet, (tough cookie that she is) was INSISTING in no uncertain terms that she did NOT need me to come get her, I waited to pick her up until after school. When I got there, she could hardly bend one knee which had bled through layers of large bandaids and right through her jeans. The palms of both hands were badly skinned up with gravel still embedded in her wounds, and wrists too sore to carry her backpack. Mama-Bear decided a trip to the doctor was in order. We were so thankful to find out that our basketball-loving, violin-playing, lion-hearted "little girl" had no broken bones, and didn't need a cast on any of her aching appendages. Hard to believe all that was the result of a walking accident!!! Speed-walking that is. Her mile was cut short by running into a nasty trip-hazard that just launched her. So how did she wind up with a scrape on TOP of one wrist AND one shoulder??? In my mind's eye I can see an angel grabbing her as she fell, flipping her into a somersault to help break the full-force of the impact, preventing anything from breaking. Yes, she still has some healing to do, but so much less than it could have been. God got there first!! The world can be a scary place, and our fears can loom large. When God lets us see the evidence of His protection in these near-miss incidents, it is so comforting! We can go about our lives in confidence, trusting that God has our back. Of course we do what we can to be smart about managing the risks of this life, but we don't have to worry and live in fear that our safety is all on us. We are guarded and watched over by Almighty God and the host of angels who obey His every command concerning us!!
He ALWAYS gets there first!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His watch is ever-vigilant. Never unaware. Already in our great unknown Before we meet Him there. He prepares the way before us, Shows His tender care, Sends trusted angels to shield us. Before we meet Him there.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Greater Love Remembered

-- Words are such small containers for the profound thoughts that come today in remembrance. Whether by choice or by necessity, those who have answered the call of a country's battle cry and a desperate world in trouble are to be honored above all. They who . . . --do what must be done, ---sacrifice their own comfort, ----their right to their own path, -----their own dreams, ------time with their own families . . . they stand head and shoulders above the rest of us on whose behalf they fight. They sacrifice their own way so we can . . . --do what we want to do, ---live with the comforts of home, ----pursue our own path, -----dream our own dreams ------love our families up close without interruption . . . we look up to them as the best among us. There is not a reward we could ever bestow on all the brave men and women who fight for our freedom that would be great enough--that's not why they fight anyway. The very best way we can reward them is by showing our extreme gratitude, and by living out our freedom with as much honor as was required to win it.
Jesus said, "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13 NIV
He should know.
His entire existence on earth was about laying down his life to save people who couldn't save themselves. He volunteered, enlisted, jumped at the chance to leave His glorious home and His beloved Father in Heaven to go to a completely foreign and hostile place to fight for the freedom of a world of people, most of whom hated Him. That's right--He laid down His life, not just for His friends, but even for people while they were still His enemies. Greater love indeed! Veteran's Day. . . Remembrance Day north of the border, is a day to remember those who have fought to secure our freedom. We remember them because of the selflessness of their sacrifice and willingness to lay down their lives for others in the greatest demonstration of love possible. As we remember, let us never miss in their example, the echo of the young man of Nazareth who gave His life, all the way to dying, out of His love for each of us. Our veterans have purchased national freedom from tyranny for us with their blood, sweat and tears. Jesus bought us eternal freedom from the tyranny of sin with His perfect, sinless blood, selfless sweat and tender tears. In both cases, the only gratitude that can approach the greatness of the sacrifice is the gratitude that lives out its freedom with the same love and honor and passion as those whose blood secured that freedom. We should live like we know it was blood-bought, and NEVER take it for granted. My most humble thanks to all our heroic veterans--I can never express the depth of my thanks. May God's richest blessings and protection be abundantly on you and your families. And to the King of Kings, the greatest Hero of all, who set aside everything to come to my rescue, my life is Yours.
"This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers." 1 John 3:16 NIV
Go out of your way to honor a veteran today! A simple, but heartfelt "Thank you for your service," is enough to light their face with a smile.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Treats From Home

Scarlet . . . tangerine . . . mustard . . . a tumble of leaves like oversized confetti falling to commemorate the season's transition. The exuberant riots of color flutter and dance, flying blatantly in the face of the death the falling signals. Such incongruent joy in the midst of dying, baring, slowing, rotting.
Joy is always out of place on this decaying planet . . . that's the point. It's not from here! It is foreign and made of materials alien to our world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I remember when my family moved from Iowa to British Columbia when I was 8 years old. We quickly found that not only did we deeply miss friends and family far away, but there were some things from our American home we couldn't get in our new home in Canada. How I missed Butterfinger and Three Musketeers! Canadian bacon was delicious, but the cure just didn't have the same flavor of Iowa bacon. Our favorite seasoning, Lawry's Seasoned Salt, looked the same, but was made with a different recipe. Lest you think it was only food we found different, let's talk about sports fans. In Canada, no matter their interest in the game, people would not scream and yell and cheer with any sustained volume or enthusiasm. They love their sports, but so reservedly! It felt a world away from the shut-the-town-down rabid passion for a football game under the lights or a deafening basketball game in a gym about to burst at the seams the way I knew it as a coach's daughter in Iowa! Now that I have moved back to the States, there are a bunch of Canadian treats I can't get here, so my Mom and Daddy always bring me my own little treasure box of things I miss when they come to visit. Turkish Delight, Eatmore and Oh! Henry are the candy bars I miss most from there. I also go crazy over Tuc Crackers and Shreddies Cereal. When I get to visit there, I love to order fries and gravy where they don't look at me like I have two heads. And don't get me started on Ozonol--it's this amazing cure-all ointment that fixes just about everything!
Treats from home.
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ." Ephesians 1:3 NIV
Joy is most certainly one of those blessings, one of those things they only make in Heaven that we can't get here except when Someone from Home sends us a supply.
Sometimes I think we forget to open our care package.
Much of our Christian experience, can take on this sommmber, seeeeerrrrious tone, where we seem to dwell on what is tragic in this earth-life, like the exposed branches of autumn trees. But how can we stay so sorrowful over bare branches when there are bright autumn leaves all around, beautiful to look at and so much fun to play in!
JOY! Don't forget, we have JOY in our treasure box from Home!!
We KNOW life is hard, and we ARE to "bear one another's burdens," (Galatians 6:2) but that's not ALL we're allowed to do! We're supposed to "rejoice with those who rejoice" (Romans 12:15) too!
"their sorrow was turned into joy and their mourning into a day of celebration." Esther 9:22 NIV
When we come to fellowship and to worship, if we're doing it right, our time together smells like Home, sounds like Home, feels like Home, glows like Home, tastes like Home. Our gathering becomes a place where He dwells and we all rejoice together out of the sheer delight of loving Him! Joy is like a treat from home--they only make it There, so it tastes all the more amazing when you get to drink it here, and Jesus just loves to bring it to us! He loves joy so much, and wanted so much to make it possible for us to have joy that "He endured the cross" (Hebrews 12:2) to get it! There are times to acknowledge and share the mourning this life requires, but I don't believe that is to be the predominant theme of our Christian lives. Drink in the joy Jesus brings--you'll delight His heart if you do!!
What do you miss from other places you have lived? Have you played in the leaves lately? How do you open your care package from Home?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

My Life in Song Titles

Melody rises and falls like a mountain road. Harmony weaves above and below. A sequence of notes, nothing more. Nothing more? SO MUCH MORE! On that sequence of notes ride whole worlds of truth and insight! I am transported! One moment driving, doing dishes, walking, fretting--but when the melody starts, heaven enters my oh-so-ordinary moment, reminding me of wisdom I cannot live without.
On vinyl with crackles and scratches to mark the wear and tear of countless plays, the old songs stay with me.
In digital form, clean and clear, the old and new can accompany me wherever I am.
There is something supernatural that God built into music--He designed it to lend a certain something special to the words wrapped within its notes. I am so often amazed at the things God did in creation that He didn't have to do. What would the world be like without the sound of music? Where would my faith be without music, without song? I would love to know how much of what I know, what I REALLY know, is because of songs I have committed to memory. Some of my earliest recollections are centered on music, like my first duet in a tiny church in Iowa, sitting on my daddy's lap, singing I Would Be True. Songs I learned as a little girl are still easy to remember, truth included. Music through my life has been a catalyst for growth in my relationship with God. Music has the capacity to move truth from my head to my heart to my feet on the ground. It can take me back to other times and places where I was strong in my faith. It can launch me into higher levels of knowing and following Him. Music can lift me to the mountaintop when I'm living in the valley, and it can remind me to care for those in the valley when I'm standing on the pinnacle of joy. It can fill in the blanks between head knowledge and heart knowing. Because of music, I see His creation and exclaim, "How Great Thou Art!" Because of music, I KNOW that I KNOW that I KNOW Jesus Loves Me This I Know. Because of music, when Jesus asked for my heart, I knew how to Say "I Do." Because of music, I learned to trust in His Amazing Grace. Because of music, my heart knows that He's Everything To Me. Because of music, I see my need to pray, "I Need Thee Every Hour" and "I Surrender All" Because of music, I can describe my realization that God is Indescribable! Because of music, I long to see the world with My Father's Eyes. Because of music, I have pondered, O the Deep Deep Love of Jesus. Because of music, I have a passion to Pass It On. Because of music, I can share with a heart-sick friend that Jesus is the Hope of the Broken-Hearted. Because of music, although the powers of darkness are rising, I am confident that Darkness is Falling! Because of music, I have Blessed Assurance of my glorious future with Jesus in heaven. Because of music, this too-hard world fades when the song reminds, "Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus." Because of music, I understand about letting my life become a Lifesong. I could mark my entire faith life in song titles, each one a touchstone of remembrance of the moment that song and its nugget of truth became part of me.
"My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my soul." Psalm 108:1 NIV
Because of music, I can encourage you to join me and Sing Your Praise to the Lord.
holy experience Tell me your life in song titles--which songs are your touchstones?

Sunday, November 1, 2009

A Single Step

A single step off the path is enough to change your destination.

At 17, I was on a path in pursuit of a Bachelor of Arts degree at a Bible college in Hawaii. Three weeks before I was to leave my home in British Columbia, Canada to fly to Honolulu, I got word that this school I was to attend was opening a sister institution in San Jose, California. Everyone I had met the previous spring, including the president of the college was going to be in San Jose. What to do?


San Jose??

Another Bible college??

I wanted my parents to tell me what to do. They would not. They wanted me to make my own decision. I was not even 18 yet, and not accustomed to making such big decisions myself, but they had faith that God could and would guide me in making the choice. I asked God for wisdom and guidance, and prayed like never before. Against all the odds, maybe even against reason and common sense, but very much in faith, I decided to go to San Jose.

I loved it! I loved my classmates! I loved my professors and was incredibly blessed to sit under their ministry and instruction. My relationship with God was growing by great leaps and bounds, battles with worry and fear notwithstanding. Bible college was everything I had hoped it would be and more!

Unexpectedly, after only 2 years, the very small, brand new Bible college fell out from under me (I'll spare you the why's and wherefore's). As disappointing as that was, given the chance, I would not trade away the things I learned in the 2 years of intensive Bible education I had nor the relationships I built during that time! They are priceless to me. Sadly though, on the practical side, the accreditation process was not complete, so the classes I had taken counted for exactly NOTHING as far as any other college was concerned.

So I stopped.

I allowed that one setback to put a halt to my entire education plan. I stepped off the path I had started down. It wasn't intentional, but neither was I intentional about figuring out what Plan B for my education was. I just threw myself into my job and mentally put school on a shelf . . .

. . . for TWENTY. SIX. YEARS.

Now, lest you think that was all bad, it wasn't. Through the job I had (and loved), I met My Tony, married him and we have our two amazing children as a result! I wouldn't trade that for ANYTHING!! I am not the least bit sorry about where that detour led me!!

What I AM sorry about is that I let so much time go by without retrieving the reins on my education! There always seemed to be other priorities, or finances seemed impossible, or time constraints got in the way. At every juncture I allowed obstacles to prevent me from doing something I absolutely should have done, something I realized in hindsight was more important to me than I knew.

Well, no more!! No more excuses!! I still have too many other things going on, not enough money, certainly no extra time to spare, but finally I am going to step back out in faith and trust that God can and will guide me, equip me and order my steps as I put myself in a position to live up to my potential and to achieve a goal I had set for myself.

A meandering road to be sure, but always pursuing Him. Roundabout? Yes. Wasted? Never! My education may take longer than it should have, but it was custom-designed for me by the One who leads me so patiently. He will take what looked to me like a misstep and turn it into a single step on the "road less traveled."

A single step off the path is enough to change your destination . . .

. . . and a single step in the right direction can lead you back.

11 I have taught you in the way of wisdom; I have led you in right paths. 12 When you walk, your steps will not be hindered, And when you run, you will not stumble. (Proverbs 4:11-12, New King James Version)
Have you taken a detour on your way to your goals?
Would you like to get back on track?
How can I pray for you?


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