God sent His son, they called Him Jesus. He came to love, heal, and forgive. He lived and died to buy my pardon; An empty grave is there to prove my Saviour lives. Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.Because He lives, all fear is gone.Because I know He holds
(for the conversation I had with Susannah after we dropped Jonas off at karate, click here) When I picked Jonas up from karate, he told us all about learning the next eight steps of his kata. And then the conversation turned to building a tower high enough to reach the
I’m struggling, again, with a growing dissatisfaction about the way my Sundays feel. This is an ongoing thing for me – it crops up every so often, and I read and pray and read and pray. Honestly, though, Chris has never shared my burden for it, so actually implementing changes
This morning, Susannah wanted to call Granddaddy. “Hey, Granddaddy! You wanna do a video chat?” Of course, he said yes, and we got the laptops fired up for a nice, pajama’ed, messy-haired chat session. Susannah was her silly self, making up words and enjoying watching herself on the picture-in-picture box.
Yesterday afternoon, the big kids were playing together (so nicely!) while Abigail took a nap. I was sitting on the couch, mostly doing okay but welling up with tears every so often. Susannah came over to me and tilted her head in that quizzical way she has. “Oh, Mama, come
Mom holding me; Panama, 1980 Dad, me, and Mom; Shorter College graduation, 2001 Dad, me, and Mom; Rome First United Methodist, 2001 Mom & Dad; Midway, Georgia 2004? Mom holding Jonas; Davie Florida, 2006 Mom holding Susannah; Elsmere Kentucky, 2009 Mom holding Abigail; Owensboro Kentucky, 2011 Today was my mama’s
MICHELLE NEBEL
I write about faith and theology, family and organizational tips. Always a planner at heart, I’m also a Bible study teacher and community volunteer. This is where I share a glimpse of my life, and I hope you’ll find the thoughts here encouraging!
