I taught my little girl how to ride a bike. I did all the things a loving parent would do. I strapped on her helmet and secured the elbow pads, knee pads, and all the bubble wrap I could find. She’s our only girl. You can never be too careful.
Have you ever started a project you haven’t finished? I’d be the first to raise my hand. When Melissa and I moved to Charlotte one of our first projects was painting the bathroom. Easy enough—even for someone who talks for a living and doesn’t play well with tools.
When I was in elementary school, I was given an assignment to draw some parrots. The teacher was so impressed (that may be a slight overstatement) that she hung my work in the art fair at City Hall. When it came time to show off my skills to my parents, I got all gussied up and walked around city hall like I owned the place.
By James Metsger And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. It is right for me to feel this way about you all, because I hold you in my heart, for you are all partakers with me of grace, both in...
By James Metsger I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine for you all making my prayer with joy, because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now. (Philippians 1:3-5)When Toy Story was released for public...
I learned at an early age that sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me. I believed that juvenile statement . . . until someone actually called me a name. My hurt feelings testified to the fact that I had swallowed a lie.
A friend gifted me the book, Keep a Quiet Heart by Elizabeth Elliott during a time when my heartfelt anything but quiet. Good friends know things like that. I have dog-eared so many pages in thisbook claiming, “No, THIS is the best one so far,” only to flip the page and dog-ear it too. There is suchwisdom packed in each short article; reading them felt like the perfect prescription for my not so quietheart. Take this wisdom, three times a day for 14 days and voila, peace!
I’m trying to remember my parents’ last words as I went off to college.
I’m not positive, but they were probably along the lines of “I love you” or “I’m proud of you” or “Work hard” or “Remember, you don’t have a job or money so spend accordingly.” Either way, their last words were encouraging, uplifting, and wise.
“If God were to answer all your prayers, would you even know it?” When my friend Cliff asked a room full of church goers that question, I felt conviction. I tend to pray safe prayers or broad prayers. “Bless this or that” or “Watch over him or her.” My prayer life can be so clouded with generalities that I’m not always sure when, or if, God specifically answers. Or, worse, sometimes I’m just not sure what to ask for, so I don’t ask for anything.
Do you remember the first time as a kid you decided you were not a big fan of the rules? You were told to clean your room, but you didn’t like cleaning your room. You knew you were supposed to put your dirty laundry in the basket, but you weren’t a fan of laundry. You knew that your job was to empty the dishwasher, but it seemed excessive and unkind to ask a kid to do such hard labor. And why should you have to mow the lawn when you weren’t the one who sent the rain and made it grow!?