My students, mentees, clients, and family know this about me: I don’t believe in coincidence. I believe in God-incidents. Scripture tells us that God cares so much about each of us that He counts the hairs on our head. It is my belief that God is moving in and ordaining every second of every day.
And it’s our choice as believers to listen and see and recognize His presence and His voice in our lives.
Some people LOVE doing laundry. I’m not one of them. It’s a task that must be done, but I find little joy in it.
Just this week though, my laundry taught me a lesson.
Most of the time doing laundry is pretty routine. Separate the lights from the darks. Separate the delicates from the not-delicates. Wash, dry, fold, put away.
Life is busy.
What adult doesn’t get completely overwhelmed with the demands of work, family life, community responsibilities and the like? Sometimes just the demands of work are enough to consume more of the day that we have to give.
Love is a verb.
We like to think it’s a noun, all about feelings and giddyness and chocolate hearts or diamond rings.
It’s not.
I just finished reading “The Shack.” I mentioned that I was reading it on my Facebook page and received a variety of feedback, from believers and non-believers, those who hated it and those who loved it.
I liked it. A lot.