Mosaic Momma

A friend of mine recently dropped her iPhone on her tiled kitchen floor and watched in horror as her screen shattered into a spiderweb of cracks. This would ruin the day of most of us smartphone-dependent first world people. But for my friend, this happened on one of the worst days of her life. It was a day that she was given some truly devastating news. Her mind and heart was reeling from the blow. And now this hopelessly broken down iPhone sealed the deal of it being a day from hell. Being the good friend that I am, I immediately volunteered my husband's services in repairing her screen. Not that he had ever opened up that particular model. But, he had gotten all up in an older version of mine a few years prior (twice) when I dropped mine (more than twice) and needed some "internal repairs." I assured her that he would be delighted to fix her phone. In fact, he was dying to do it. Okay...that may be a bit of a stretch, but I pretty much volunteered him on t

Photo credit: fitandstrongdads.com I was at church this morning, as I often can be found on a Sunday. I was standing on the platform having just finished singing an old hymn at the request of my pastor (who is also my father). God was doing something in the service. I could feel the whisper of his Love and Grace and could feel that there was something He wanted to do in His people. As I was standing there, I felt that internal voice I hear from time to time whisper,  " never let imperfect people with imperfect actions color your view of a Perfect God ." It was as clear as day and it was not something from my own mind. I knew it was something I should share. My heart was racing and my hands got sweaty. But I didn't speak. Although I can stand in front of the church congregation and sing a solo, I could not get up the gumption to bring that same microphone up to my lips and say those words.  All of "those thoughts" came into my mind.... &

Photo credit:  www.marvingermo.com A few weeks ago, we were sitting in church listening to a sermon about tithing pulled from Malachi 3. Unlike some, tithing sermons and talking about giving money to the church do not bother me. I'm already sold. I'm on board. I'm a team player. Talking about giving something that belongs to God anyway is fine by me. How could I ever withhold a measly tenth from Him when He has given us so very much? So, there we were in church listening to the scriptures: "Bring all the tithes into the storehouse so there will be enough food in my Temple. If you do," says the LORD of Heaven's Armies, "I will open the window of heaven for you. I will pour out a blessing so great you won't have enough room to take it in! Try it! Put me to the test! Your crops will be abundant, for I will guard them from insects and disease. Your grapes will not fall from the vine before they are ripe," says the LORD of Heaven's Arm