Thank you to my daughter for painting this canvas to hang on my office wall! I love you.
Father, thank you for all the goodness of your creation that surrounds us. Please help us see all the beauty in our world.
Thank you for all you do to protect and provide for us, your children. Please be always our leader and King, our advisor and friend.
Help us follow the guidance of your Spirit as we learn to live and grow in peace. Help us help others by giving generously with care and compassion.
Be with us always to show us your ways, and teach us to show others your love. Thank you for the love of your Son who promises eternal life in your presence.
We love you, and we ask you to help us remember how blessed we are to share life in this country.
Father’s Day can be a difficult time for many single moms. We may be dealing with conflict and drama with our children’s fathers, or we may hold unresolved issues with our own father figures.
But one Father is always present and always cares for his children. He is always loving, concerned, comforting, and compassionate. One father never fails, never leaves, never turns his back. He always listens, always responds, always helps.
“He chose us . . . before the foundation of the world . . . having predestined us to adoption as [children] by Jesus Christ to himself” (Ephesians 1:4-5).
It does not matter where we were born or who raised us. God adopts us as his children and welcomes us into his loving family. We can know we are accepted as his cherished children because he loves us all.
This Father’s Day, I am thanking God the Father who cares for all his children. I am grateful for the Father who loves us every day.
How have you thanked God this Father’s Day? How do you feel about being one of God’s cherished children?
“Look what I made for you, Mama.”
From the arts and crafts room at the YMCA summer camp, my daughter brought home beaded keychains, pressed flowers, handprint hearts, crayon drawings.
One summer she gave me two little clay pots, each barely big enough to hold a ring or a handful of paperclips on my desk. She had painted them bright green and purple, pink and gold, and fired them in the Y’s art room kiln.
The pots stood slightly lopsided, their sides thick and unevenly shaped by my daughter’s eight-year-old fingers. Despite their lumpy and imperfect appearance, I loved them because she made them.
“We are the clay, and you our potter; And we are the work of your hand” (Isaiah 64:8).
God crafts us carefully, lovingly molding each of us to fulfill his desired purpose. We are turned and shaped by his sure, gentle hands and then fired to give us strength and substance. Some emerge from the kiln hardened, cracked, or broken hearted. Some shatter in the process and are painstakingly glued together again. Every one of us is uniquely designed and brightly colored by our creator.
We may look imperfect, clumsy, or slightly off-kilter; but we are always treasured and perfectly loved because he made us.
Today I pray you remember whose hands formed you to fulfill a special purpose. I pray you always know that you are loved!
Are you feeling imperfect today? Do you know God loves you just as you are?
I wrote “Liz” at the top of the paper, and my Communications professor told us to pass our papers to the person on our left. She instructed us to write our first impression of the person whose name appeared at the top of the page, then fold the paper over to conceal our comment, and pass it on. The pages moved around the circle. My sheet with “Liz” at the top was returned to me. I unfolded it and read.
Several of my classmates had written “caring,” to describe their first impressions of me. Maybe their description was only a generic compliment to describe a classmate they didn’t know well, but I decided to appreciate their comments, and for a while I tried to be the kind and caring person I thought people believed me to be.
But over the years I grew less and less sensitive to the needs and feelings of others. I became busy with my work and career. I focused on my progress toward status and success. I listened to the “take care of yourself first” propaganda our society broadcasts, and I forgot to be the caring, compassionate person I once believed I was. And as I grew older, the world began to seem like a harsh, cold, and uncaring place.
“Be the change you want to see in the world.” ~~ Mahatma Ghandi
This year I want to be the compassionate person God created me to be. I want to be the caring person my classmates recognized in that long-ago college classroom.
“As God’s chosen people, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience” (Colossians 3:12).
In 2017, I’m planning a few actions steps to return me to the caring person I used to be.
Reach out to some old friends I haven’t seen in a while. Plan to meet someone to reconnect over lunch or coffee each month.
Serve without calculating how many hours I spend. Volunteer without asking, “What’s in this for me?”
Be present and pay attention to the people in my life every day. Ask them how their day was and really listen to their answers.
Say “Thank you,” I understand,” and “I’m grateful” to someone every day.
Perform regular random acts of kindness. Look for opportunities to give someone a surprise gift or compliment every month.
If I want the world to be a more warm, welcoming and compassionate place, I need to be a more interested, open and caring person. In 2017, I’m writing “caring” at the top of my list and passing it on.
How do you show your care and concern for others? What helps you show compassion and kindness to the world?