A few weeks ago I received a letter: “50 year reunion.” It was an invitation to celebrate my class reunion. It made me stop, take a breath and think: “Five decades since then!”
What had I done in all that time? – I can still recall those faces so clearly.
The invitation made me think back at all the years that have swiftly gone by.
Tragedy can strike us when we least expect it. Sometimes, its impact is sudden and at other times, it comes slowly. Either way, we don’t anticipate the unbearable sorrow. During those times, we don’t foresee a ‘happy ending.’ Rather, we feel like that one event is, in fact, the end of our lives.
“Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, Israel.” JEREMIAH 18:6
Reflecting on my freshman year in college, I can’t remember a time in my life in which I struggled, worried, laughed, matured, and enjoyed myself as much as I did. In short, my transition into college was a very testing time for me during which time I learned and grew more than I ever have in my walk with God. For this reason, my freshman year became the best year of my life. Like a potter at his wheel, I was molded and shaped by God.
"Twenty years have passed, but the dream and the task of reaching out to more "cariocas" (people from Rio) lives on. It is a mission that transcends our generation - a mission that has been passed on to our children."
”For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.” Psalm 100:5
Exactly twenty years ago, my husband and I were sent out to lead the church in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. At the time, I was pregnant with my firstborn.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV)
At fourteen years old, there are a lot of things to consider. Will I go to every teen event or should I skip a couple because of basketball? Should I hang out with other teen disciples or is it ok to spend themajority of my time with kids who are a bad influence, though they may seem cool? Questions like these and many more entered my mind many times.
I had been overweight for the last ten years, ever since I gave birth to my fourth child at the age of forty. At the beginning of this year I thought about the fact that I would be turning fifty in December and that I really ought to take care of myself better. Taking care of ourselves is usually not a strength with many of us Christian women. We are raising a family, while many of us work full-time, serve those in the Church and reach out to the lost, leaving us very little time for us at the end of the day.
On March 11, 2011, an earthquake measuring 9.0 on the Richter scale shocked the northern shore of Japan. Ensuing earthquakes on land measured more than 7.0 on the Richter scale. A tsunami that followed swallowed up several highly populated towns in the Sendai area. No words can describe the wreckage, death and sadness for the Japanese people. Furthermore, these earthquakes damaged one of the Japan’s primary nuclear power plants, a plant that provides most of the electricity for northern Japan. This resulted in considerable radiation leakage in the area. Already, radioactive contamination has ruined the crops in this agriculture-rich area.
Sexual addiction often remains hidden and unidentified. Though this subject is difficult for me to write about, my hope and heartfelt intention is to reach out to women who are suffering. You are not alone.
I begin by offering you my story. It is written with the permission of my husband. Several years ago I travelled to San Francisco for an opera boot camp. I came home on a spiritual high! Yet, I was greeted by a long letter of confession from my husband.