I love violets. I don’t have a particularly green thumb, but I have two potted violets that sit on my mantle.
I love these small flowers because they remind me of my grandma. She had quite a knack for them, and often had several flourishing plants. Even when they aren’t blooming, they make me smile. Reminders of precious people tend to do that.
They also are a constant reminder of the need for nourishment. If I don’t regularly feed them with the right mix of food and water, they will wither. It takes conscious effort.
Similarly, if we don’t feed ourselves with the right mix of God’s Word, prayer, and fellowship, we will wither spiritually. Have you eaten today?
While I go feed my violets, why don’t you relax and enjoy your week in review (kind of):
- This is sweet and sad all at the same time. Sweet, because she seems like a lovely woman. Sad, because she’s apparently lived all these years without knowing Christ.
- This is a great article. Far too much “discernment” is just plain bad. Thanks to Paula for passing this one along!
- Scatter the seed.
- Only 4 years? Unbelievable and despicable.
- Here’s your weekly dose of adorable (thanks, James!).
- I still haven’t seen Hidden Figures, but really want to.
- Sad trombone.
- Good thoughts from Tim Challies.
- Here’s a good podcast discussing spiritually abusive pastors and leaders.
My security as a Christian does not reside in the strength of my faith but in the indestructibility of my Savior.Sinclair Ferguson
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