by Becky Hitchcock


I meet once a month with a dear and trusted friend. Her name is Caroline. We share in confidence the things which tug at our hearts. We laugh, too. We talk about the beach and pedicures. Good food, favorite authors, pastors, and Bible studies are also in the mix. She loans me fine books from her library and we pray together.


Once, when an evening reached well spent before we had actually begun to pray, Caroline said we needn’t be dismayed. She directed me to Malachi 3:16 (KJV):


Then they that feared the Lord spake often one to another:
And the Lord hearkened, and heard it;
And a book of remembrance was written before him
For them that feared the Lord
And that thought upon his name.

  By Katy

by Patty Schell


This weekend more than ever I wish I had the language skills to understand Spanish. We were working in a community in Mexico, and many times throughout the day I was asked questions that I could not answer. And even when I kind of got what they were saying to me, I lacked the vocabulary to respond in their language. We made it through though. They, with their patience, and me, with pantomime and baby-talk. This was not the best-case scenario for building a relationship.


My own relationship with the Bible has had the same moments. The words, even though written in my language, were foreign to my ear. I read and listened, but much of it did not make sense. But over time, I began to catch on to some words and phrases along with the ideas behind them. This didn’t happen overnight. Much like language learning, I had to spend time reading and listening to grasp hold to their meaning.

  By Katy

by Katy Kauffman


A plane ticket is a promise. It’s the promise of a destination. The promise of adventure. For me, my plane ticket to Florida this month is the promise of meeting writers at the Florida Christian Writers Conference and having one of the best adventures of the year.


When I arrive at my flight’s gate, I count on my boarding pass to work and to allow me to board the plane. I count on the flight attendants to bring me Sprite to soothe my motion-sickness-prone tummy, and (with a few prayers) I depend on the pilots to land the plane safely in Orlando.


A promise is something we hold on to, a guarantee. As humans, we make promises and we do our best to keep them. But we can’t guarantee every promise, because we have weaknesses and life happens. Emergencies surprise us. Our own strength fails.

  By Katy

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Life With God: A Blog by Katy Kauffman

Editor, Award-Winning Author, Bible Teacher

Katy loves to write about how God works in our lives on a daily basis. Each day with Him is an adventure. As she captures some of those adventure moments here, share what God is teaching you as well.

 

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