Simply Grace . . . and Granmon

GranmonShe was my husband’s grandmother. At ninety-six, she was the reigning family matriarch. And now, she is a newly arrived citizen of the kingdom of heaven.

Today, her eyes—no longer weak or dim—gaze upon the face of her Savior.

Her feet—no longer stumbling—walk softly along streets of gold.

Her heart—once again beating strong and sure—is filled to overflowing with perfect love.

And her arms? I’m quite sure they’re wrapped tightly around the loved ones she’s been missing for so long.

Granmon . . . she will be missed—her spark, her smile, and, of course, her malted milk cake. But only for a little while. Because we have a promise. For . . .

our citizenship is in heaven. (Philippians 3:20)

And, one day, our feet will walk along those same golden pathways, our eyes will gaze upon the face of our Savior, and our hearts will be perfectly filled.

And our arms? Oh yes, they’ll be wrapped tightly around Granmon and all those loved ones we’ve been missing. That’s the wonder of God’s promises, and that’s . . .

simply grace.

Simply Grace . . . and Simply Sweet

check yesIt’s that time of year again.

The time of roses and romantic dinners, of heart-felt sentiments scrawled across heart-shaped cards. These cold, mid-February days find us in love-struck celebration of all things sweet.

But the sweetest of sentiments aren’t found those on a card, in a note, or even etched into candy-shaped hearts. They are those found in the words of your heart’s most determined Pursuer. For it is in His words that you find the story of the Greatest Romance, the story of the One who gave everything simply to win your heart.

His words . . .

They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the honeycomb.
Psalm 19:10 NIV

And His question for you, though life- and eternity-altering, is really quite a simple one:

Do you love Me?

Will you check “yes” or “no”?

Simply Grace . . . and Words

TBible versehe sermon this past Sunday centered around the five love languages. For those who know me, it’s probably no surprise that my own love language is that of words.

Words have always held a tremendous fascination—perhaps borderline obsession—for me. Continue Reading