In 2021, when I decided to move from Australia to America, the Lord was clearly opening the doors for it to happen, but I had very mixed emotions. I had faith for it and peace knowing God would go before me and meet me, but I also had a gripping fear.
It felt like the earth was giving way and the mountains were being moved into the sea. We had noticed some changes in our youngest daughter’s eyes, and the doctor had recommended that she get an MRI “just to make sure” that nothing else was going on. So to check the box, she got a brain MRI during our spring break. When the MRI was done, they asked us to wait for the doctor to come discuss the results with us. Suddenly four doctors came into the room; we knew instinctively this could only mean bad news.
We are moving from a first-generation church to a second-generation church. One thing that means is that more and more of us are completing our years of direct parenting and are navigating the very different experience of being parental figures in multigenerational families. It’s a big change! The verse in Psalm 127, “Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth” is a helpful picture of the experience–we raise our children and send them out into the world. Hopefully, we have shot them in a good direction, but we cannot always know where they will land. How do we handle the new relationships we need to build with adult children and play a redemptive role in their lives and the generation they bring into the world
This site was well known throughout Jewish literature and biblical texts as a pagan center of worship and sacrifice. Over twenty temples to celestial gods have been excavated there…we see Jesus bring his disciples to this location where he asked them who people were saying he was.
I got my driver’s license in the window of time between printed MapQuest directions and Google Maps with unlimited data, which makes one of the first “grown-up” purchases I made a brand-new Garmin GPS. That bulky touchscreen, suction-cupped to the windshield of my not-so-gently used car, was this directionally challenged gal’s ever-faithful copilot–until it wasn’t.