Monthly Archives: January 2022

Tender Hands……..

They hold infants.
They help babies crawl.
They shoot basketballs.
They climb monkey bars.
They play the piano.
They paint a masterpiece.
They drive a car.
They text on a phone.
They write term papers.
They wear wedding rings.
They hold a child’s finger.
They point.
They pat.
They rub.
They healed the sick.
They caused the blind to see.
They turned water into wine.
They blessed the sinner.
They baptized the saved.
They carried a cross.
They were pierced with a spike.
They bled.
They swelled.
They bruised.
They rose from the dead.
They comfort.
They love.
They want to hold your heart.
The nail-scared hand that loves you more than anything in the world.
Put your hand in the hand of the One who holds you.

Can a Loss Be a Win?

There’s more to life than a football win.

Hard to say when your team just lost to the worst team in the NFL crushing the playoff dreams and bringing the season to a screeching halt!

All they had to do was win one of the last 2 games. And the last game was against a team that had only won 2 games all year!  Two!  And we couldn’t do it.

I was so frustrated with being a Colts fan yesterday.

And I don’t like Carson Wentz as a Quarterback.

There I said it.  (Please read on……..)  🙂

I don’t like Carson Wentz as a QB.  I know.  I know.  He’s a good Christian man.  When I have said it to my friends, they all say, “But Deanna!  He’s a Christian.”  To which I respond, “I’m glad he’s a Christian but I don’t like him as a QB.”

But this morning while still pouting over the loss and letting the devil have a hay day with my competitive spirit, the Lord nudged me.

“What if I brought Carson Wentz to the Colts to be more than a quarterback?”

Gut punch.

True.  What if God brought Carson Wentz to work alongside the great, outspoken Christian, Coach Frank Reich to help even one player, coach, staff member, GM or owner to know Jesus?  What if God didn’t really care about the playoffs and the actual football game but cared more about heaven and the actual football players?

Wow.  That hit me hard.  It’s a game.  My little life in southeast Indiana will go on the same whether the Colts go to the playoffs or not.  Carson, Frank and the boys don’t care if I’m pouting.  But my witness and my chance to advance the kingdom of God does affect my everyday life.

And for that, I learned a valuable lesson.  This armchair quarterback can’t throw a football more than 3 yards so who am I to criticize.  But I can use a simple game with a simple plan to share Christ.

So to Carson, Frank and the team, I’m sorry for being angry.   And to the good Lord above, Your plan is always better than mine.  🙂

Romans 8:28 – All things work together for the good of those who love the Lord.
Isaiah 55:8, For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.

A Beating Heart

When she said “da da” for the first time, his melted.

When he got on the kindergarten bus, hers skipped a beat.

When she said yes to the prom, she stole his.

When he said, “you may kiss your bride”, his stopped a second.

When he hit the winning shot, hers swelled with pride.

When he buried his momma from cancer, his broke.

When His stopped beating while hanging on the cross, it became ours to receive.

When we give ours to Him, He holds it in the palm of His nail-scarred hand with tender love and care.

Let’s give ours to Jesus today.  The One after my very own.  The One who sees it on the inside.  The only One that can heal it and make it whole again.  The One who knows the true definition of a beating one.

Deuteronomy 6:5(a) – Love the Lord your God with all your heart.