Paul Harvey was a history teacher — with a smooth tone that changed the daily news into a narrative each week on his well-known segment, The Rest of the Story. He was on radio from the 1970s until he died in 2009.
Scripture tells us we have an enemy that wants to zap our strength and make us weary. Often, the enemy can sling one small but insightful word at the perfect time. One that he sends our way at just the right moment: you are stupid, ugly, a failure, fat, not a Christian, no good, ignorant, a fake, etcetera, and then we take over from there.
Perhaps, if you are like me, you have had some “jobs” that have felt so interesting you loved them and others you wondered if you would survive the monotony of them. Sometimes we find ourselves just plodding along doing the same tasks over and over, forgetting the eternal significance of our lives, but God’s Word reminds us that no matter our work, we can do the smallest task for Him.
The first few weeks living in Paris were so cold, but it was January, after all. Even the heat could not keep up with the freezing temperatures outside. I was so thankful for my new friend. I had never met Carrie in person, but we had been communicating by email for several months. Carrie had offered to take me around Paris; what a blessing was. She took me on the metro and showed me “the ropes” by giving me lessons on reading the metro maps and buying tickets, and then she warned me about pickpockets.
As a mother and daughter team, Rebekah and I are so excited to be hosting a new podcast, Nuggets of Truth.After team-teaching a Bible study together a few years ago, we have been turning over in our heads (and praying about) the idea of doing a weekly podcast.
How many times have you asked God to work a miracle on your behalf? Not just on your behalf, but in your schedule and in your way? You don’t just want any miracle, but the miracle you devised and planned!
I had the pleasure of teaching in the public high school my children attended. Being in the same school had many positives, and maybe my kiddos would say there were a few negatives, too. One positive for my kids was that they had an advocate whose name carried some weight, particularly when they were late for class. They knew that their teacher would not question a hall pass signed by me. When they were late for some reason, they would make their way to my classroom and ask for a hall-pass. Being their mom made me want to have mercy on them. It didn’t take long for their friends to come asking for hall passes signed by me, too. I never had a teacher question a hall pass with my name on it in all the years I taught. You see, my name on the pass held a specific power.