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Mornings with Jesus

Mornings with Jesus March/April 2019

Experience this devotional magazine that blesses you with Jesus' words, His teachings, and His Wisdom. This inspiring magazine will help you begin and end your day connected to Jesus.

Land:
United States
Sprache:
English
Verlag:
Guideposts
Erscheinungsweise:
Bimonthly
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1 Min.
a note from the editor

LET ME CALL HIM JOHN. A charming, charismatic kid I knew well from teaching him in Sunday school and watching him grow up—until he slipped from view. In this case he slipped far, into the tragedy of mental illness. Despite his family’s best efforts he rejected treatment, got trapped in the vortex of self-medicating and ended up on the streets in a town 100 miles from home. For the past few months he’s been lost. One rainy Saturday his mom and sisters took to those same streets looking for him, asking everyone they could for information, for some clue. No luck. Finally they found him close by, living in a homeless shelter. Now they’re doing everything they can to help in his recovery. I keep remembering John as a young teen, when…

2 Min.
friday, march 1

AROUND AGE TWELVE, I CHANGED from a bubbly, outgoing girl into a shy person with no self-confidence. In high school, I remember waiting for someone to choose me for their team during PE class. Wondering if someone would want me for their partner for the biology project. And that awful day when my last class walked to the football field for a pep rally. I didn’t have any friends in that class, so I walked alone while everyone else around me talked and laughed in pairs or groups. Although I overcame my shyness as an adult, that feeling of isolation has come back each time my husband and I have relocated, especially since we moved away from our kids and grandkids. It’s a lonely feeling to go shopping or run errands…

1 Min.
saturday, march 2

MY YOUNGEST SON, ADDISON, ASKED me, “Mom, what did you want to be when you grew up?” I said, “Well, I thought I wanted to be a counselor.” Addie laughed. “Mom, you would be horrible at that.” “Why do you say that?” “You can’t stand hearing about sad things.” It took me four semesters of college psychology to figure that out. “I’ve always wanted to help people. It just took time to figure out how.” “How?” “I encourage people.” “Oh.” “With my writing.” “Okay.” He wasn’t impressed, but it got me thinking. As a young adult, I was a nurse’s aide, a financial aid assistant, and a short-term missionary. None of these careers were a good fit for me. Sometimes we have to recognize who we aren’t before we can embrace who we are. We all have a certain kind of…

1 Min.
sunday, march 3

IT MAY COME AS A surprise that the Bible covers issues including the desires of women-of-a-certain-age. But here, in Genesis, we have just such a situation. God is promising fulfillment of a long-held desire, and when Sarah hears it, she laughs. At this age! she thinks to herself. No way. I am embarrassed to admit how often a similar dialogue goes on between me and Jesus. I feel some sort of longing, or have a vision of what is still possible in my vocation or in my personal life, and I feel Jesus with me, nodding and smiling. And then immediately my own skepticism and insecurity intrude: Too late. Too old. Not in these circumstances. Despite Sarah’s laugh, God said, “Yes, indeed.” What might have started out as Sarah’s sarcastic laugh of…

1 Min.
monday, march 4

IT IS POSSIBLE TO EAT oatmeal with chopsticks. Knowing the hotel I was staying in didn’t provide a complimentary continental breakfast, I’d brought several envelopes of my favorite ancient grains cereal and dried dates. I knew I could heat water in the coffee maker in the room. Imagine my joy when I discovered that the hotel room’s coffee setup stocked half-and-half instead of powdered creamer. The cereal, dates, and half-and-half would suffice. If I’d only had a spoon. I found a pair of thin bamboo stir sticks for the coffee. Short, flimsy chopstick wannabes. But they worked. I figured out if I cut back on the prescribed amount of hot water, I could make a breakfast cereal thick enough to eat with two short sticks. Conditions were rarely perfect—okay, never—for Jesus, but oh what…

1 Min.
tuesday, march 5

MY HUSBAND, DAVID, JUST RETIRED. Now he helps around the house. The inside’s always been my territory and the yard his, so we had to adjust. I say that with a smile on my face because Jesus has given me not only a wonderful mate but also a learning opportunity. For instance, when David “does the kitchen,” the dishwasher is loosely filled, with all the cutlery carefully divided into separate compartments. I never waste an inch of space, and I always wipe down the counters. I’ve noticed differences in other areas as well. Vacuuming, social interactions, even his relationship with Jesus. In my opinion, he doesn’t spend enough time in prayer. I’ve always believed my techniques are better. Why can’t he see that? How long before he gives in and does things right?…