idontbelieveingrammar

...so some months ago me and my writers group had a psalms devo project...the "book" isn't quite out yet...but here is a preview.

Psalm 86
11 Teach me your way, LORD,
that I may rely on your faithfulness;
give me an undivided heart,
that I may fear your name.

Confession time. Sometimes when I am sitting in church I’ll write my shopping list for the week on my bulliten. Sometimes when I pray I fall asleep. Sometimes when I am reading scripture I try to read quickly so I can get some work done. Sometimes I don’t even pull out the Bible at all. I think David knows our tendencies to get distracted.
Most of us wear a lot of hats through out the day. Some of mine are as follows: wife, mother, friend, and teacher. I often forget that my most important role is a child of God. That all the other hats fall under this one. My days are busy. So busy in fact that I often don’t spend good quality time in prayer, or the word, or just listening. Oddly enough…

Tonight I lingered in the card aisle.
There is no such thing as a good sympathy card. They all pretty much suck. Although, the ones that say the least seemed to be the best. So I grabbed a clean white one with as few words as possible and had Owen help me pick out some flowers.

I then reluctantly rang the neighbors doorbell. Reluctant because I didn't know what to expect on the other end. One of my neighbors woke up to find her husband dead in his chair a few days ago. There is no card for that.

Her mom answered the door and ushered me and my children inside. I had secretly hoped that no one would answer and that I could leave my pretty flowers and sad card on the porch. Instead I found my self wisked through the latest rennovations, the herb garden and eventually landed on funeral plans. Another neighbor showed up and we all chatted almost easily about recipes, Jesus, schools and ashes.

The only thing awkward was that this woman was recently widowed. You could see her shud…