by Mary Holloman


Tears poured down his cheeks, not unlike the streams of rain making their relentless trek down the window panes. A certain three-year-old had his heart set on playing outside with Daddy, who’d just gotten home from work. But a storm had materialized out of nowhere, forcing me to deliver the terrible news: we had to stay inside.


After the initial stages of denial and anger, my son wiped the tears from his eyes and stared out the window. He crossed his arms and said under his breath, “I will stop the rain.”


Ok, I thought, that didn’t sound menacing at all.

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by Katy Kauffman


I entered the semi-dark balcony and searched for the right spot. Most everyone had left the church sanctuary that particular Sunday morning, but I needed to pray. I found a seat, and told God what was on my heart.


I had seen people on television walk into chapels and cathedrals when they desperately needed help. They would slide into a pew and not say anything out loud. They would only look to the front of the sanctuary, their prayer written on their faces. I did the same.


I looked to God in that desperate moment. I wanted to connect with Him in a place where week after week His people sought wisdom from and fellowship with the Almighty. Have you ever been so desperate for Jesus’ help that you sought Him in a place that was special to you?

  By Katy


by Katy Kauffman


A friend has called me a “baby whisperer.” I don’t know. I can cause babies to smile, laugh, and sleep. But preschoolers? I can play with them, chase them around the house, and take them shopping. But when I tell them to do something, ninety percent of the time they continue doing the opposite. Maybe it’s because I don’t see the kids enough to build a rapport with them. Maybe it’s not until I use the “mama voice” that they know I mean business. Maybe “kid whisperer” won’t happen until I have kids of my own.


I don’t want to admit how many times God has told me to do something and I delayed in obeying. I know He means business. I know He means well. But there’s this stubbornness that can take root in my heart, and I want to try my way first. Of course, I find out my way isn’t best, and I tell God I’m so sorry for not listening.

  By Katy

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The Scrapbooked Bible Study: A Blog by Katy Kauffman

Award-Winning Author, Editor, Bible Teacher

An editor for Refresh Bible Study Magazine, Katy Kauffman is also a Bible study author who loves to write about the treasures of Scripture. Her Bible studies focus on winning life's spiritual battles, and her blog shares snippets of "scrapbooked" encouragement. Learn more about The Scrapbooked Bible Study, and follow Katy's blog to receive weekly posts. 

 

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