A Love Story of Eight Months and Beyond [Kristen Hogrefe Parnell]
The meaning of love has taken new depths during my eight months and counting of pregnancy. It has also made me more appreciative of Jesus’ ultimate love for me.
The meaning of love has taken new depths during my eight months and counting of pregnancy. It has also made me more appreciative of Jesus’ ultimate love for me.
“If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
As a pre-school youngster, I often whispered that prayer while covering my head with a blanket. Rumors of war, tornado warnings, or even a bump in the night would raise fears of death in my young mind. What would happen if I should die? Would I live on in heaven? Would God really take my soul to be with him?
A whisper of air struck my cheek and I turned to see the guard standing beside me.
“Is this your favorite painting here?” he asked.
The temptation to stay in bed with the covers over our heads is strong. For many of us, we’ve lived with government recommendations—even, in some cases, demands—that we actually do stay in our homes. Shielding ourselves by staying home, turning off the news, engaging in safe, warm, cozy activities and light books and entertainment in an attempt to block out or forget about all that is going on is an understandable desire.
Twenty-twenty is over. Finally.
But after a while the brook dried up, for there was no rainfall anywhere in the land. Then the Lord said to Elijah, “Go and live in the village of Zarephath, near the city of Sidon. I have instructed a widow there to feed you.” ~ I Kings 17:7-9 Trusting God in Good Times and…
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