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Mornings with Jesus

July/August 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.

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United States
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English
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Guideposts
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a note from the editor

DO WORRIES EVER get the best of you? I would like to say that never happens to me, but inevitably anxiety crowds in. I close my eyes to pray in the morning, hoping for some blissful release, and the worries make their chattering racket heard. Like the birds outside. No surprise then that Jesus mentioned birds when it comes to worries. “Look at the birds of the air,” Jesus said, “they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them” (Matthew 6:26). Or when it comes to fretting about having enough to wear: “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow,” He said, “they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of…

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monday, july 1

THREE YEARS AGO, MY HUSBAND, David, and I erected a backyard arbor, planting an heirloom climbing rose on either side—one deep red, the other golden yellow. We hoped they’d look stunning as they met and mingled atop the antiqued metal framework. We watered, prayed, and waited. By the next summer, slender branches twined almost to the top. Last year, the plants met and began mixing just as we’d imagined, though the red rose seemed smaller, with fewer blooms. Returning from a vacation, we found the arbor awash in roses. It was glorious—except for one thing. We counted only five red buds near the frame’s base. Every other part sported yellow flowers. We focused on the red climber, almost obliterated by the other bush. It was just as beautiful as the yellow, though not…

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tuesday, july 2

MY HUSBAND AND I GREW up watching Star Wars. And so when Star Wars: The Force Awakens came out a few years ago, we were excited to share the experience with our children. On the first day it was released, we found ourselves at an early-morning screening at the biggest movie theater in town, 3-D glasses on our faces, and a container of popcorn to pass between us. What I remember most was the last moment of the movie. The young heroine, Rey, found Luke Skywalker at the top of a mountain and presented him with his long-lost light saber. When Rey held out the weapon, it appeared to be floating in front of us. I looked over to my right, and watched as both my son and my husband reached…

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wednesday, july 3

I TRAVELED FOR MUCH OF June. Efficient for travel connections, but hard on my “there’s no place like home” heart. I missed strawberry season and making homemade freezer jam. When I arrived home, several small bouquets of lily of the valley and other massive bouquets of lilacs graced our table. But I had missed the major part of their short blooming seasons. What I didn’t miss was Jesus. All the travel was related to speaking for Him, about Him, or to Him. In the Bible, one of the individuals with whom Jesus had a heartfelt conversation was a rich young man. His inquiries probed deep, but his motivation was self-serving, and Jesus knew it. “Which commandments do I really need to keep to enter heaven someday?” the young man asked. Jesus listed six…

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thursday, july 4

Abundantly free! Ephesians 1:7 (MSG) I FELT LIKE A SALMON swimming upstream as I pushed my cart through the aisles of Walmart. My plans to dash in and out to pick up a one-hour photo, a prescription, and a few groceries faded. I had forgotten about the usual rush the day before a national holiday. An hour later, when I finally reached the checkout line, I asked the woman behind me if she was buying things for her Fourth of July celebration. She pointed to her cart. “Yes, but I only came to buy hot dogs.” We both commented about the long lines, but as we casually talked, we came to an agreement that the day wasn’t about the food or fireworks; it was about our freedom. On the Fourth of July, we…

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friday, july 5

WHEN A BEDBUG INFESTATION CAUSED us to relocate our long-awaited family reunion to a rustic retreat center, I assumed we would cancel. Most of Dad’s twenty-plus cousins would have to sleep in bunk bed dorms and run-down cabins. I assumed they wouldn’t want to do that. But halfway through the first full day, I became thankful that “rustic” shared bathrooms and camp food hadn’t scared away these descendants of Dust Bowl survivors. Thanks to a narrow (and steep!) winding gravel road, most of us stayed on the grounds for the entire three-and-a-half days, taking long walks, playing games, and enjoying our favorite family tradition of talking and laughing over coffee and snacks. I met relatives who hadn’t attended a reunion in decades, bonded with others in deeper ways, and learned…

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