I am not a gardener. Plants look at me and die which is odd given my mom is a natural green thumb. When I lived in Hawaii I desperately wanted plants around my house and finally went to Lowe’s seeking help. I explained my brown thumb syndrome to an associate there and she handed me a plant. “If you can kill this one you should just quit,” she challenged jokingly. A week later it was dead. I haven’t had a plant since. Continue reading “From Gardening to God”
The other day I was at my wit’s end with Olivia and her napping (or rather, lack thereof) and I looked at Luke in desperation. “How do they do it?” I cried. “How do all these moms make it look so easy?” He laughed, of course, and reminded me people probably say that about us. (How do they do it? Their daughter is 5 months old and they travel with her!) Continue reading “The Comparison Game”
A few weeks ago (yes, Olivia is old enough that I can now refer to my time with her in weeks) I was sitting in my rocking chair feeding her when I started crying. Luke happened to walk by just at that time and hurried over to see what was wrong. Only nothing was wrong. Everything was perfect. Continue reading “A Small Glimpse of God”
Today is November 10, 2016 which means two days ago the US of A voted for our 45th President of the United States. In case you live under a rock, our President Elect is Donald Trump.I don’t care if you are a Democrat, Republican or a member of a third party. I also don’t care who you voted for. In fact I will openly admit I didn’t vote for our current President Elect. I can also tell you I have some fairly strong opinions about him as a person. So how do we spend the next four years? As a Christian, the proper response can be found in 1 Timothy 2:1-2. We are to pray for our leaders.
When I was single, I wanted so desperately to be married. In fact, I vividly recall crying on the phone with a dear friend as I drove the last few items to my new apartment. Choking through the tears I remember saying, “I have a great job, amazing friends, a wonderful church and bible study, live in paradise and the Lord has blessed me with this great home. But none of that seems to matter because I am alone.” Over time, as I invested in the Word and sought the Lord in prayer, I realized the idea of having a husband had become an idol in my heart. I wanted it more than anything else. I cared about being married more than God’s plan and purpose for my life. Slowly but surely, the Lord molded my heart and pointed it toward him. Many months later, during a sweet moment of quite time with God, I wrote in my journal, “I surrender it to my loving Father who has an amazing plan for my life. I give Him my desires, my dreams and my life. I am yours God and yours alone.” Shortly after, I lifted my heart to the Lord in prayer. If singleness was His plan for me, then I would accept it cheerfully and with contentment. Continue reading “Waiting on Him for Him”
Last week at women’s study we discussed having a proper and Godly response to challenging circumstances. Of course whenever you study something like that the Lord always gives you a chance to practice it. There have been several of those opportunities (including a towed car) but I think this one takes the gold. Continue reading “Washed Clean “
Most of the time I like Facebook memories that pop up in my news feed. Today I did not. It was from 2010 and I wish there had been a way to delete it as soon as it popped up. Instead I decided to scroll through all of 2010 on my timeline to find it. Talk about a trip down memory lane. I felt like I was staring at it all through a looking glass and reading the diary of a different person. Probably the oddest thing was seeing the words appear under my name as it is today. Robyn Gee Tucker, no, she didn’t write that. I almost didn’t recognize the girl who had, but I could remember that the words came from a heart filled with so much pain, anger and resentment. It was hard not to feel that again. Tears welled as I read through the various status updates, reliving the roller coaster for a brief moment. Continue reading “Through the Looking Glass”