Timely Quotes from a Dusty File

Although it looks and feels like spring outside, the calendar says we’re still in the heart of winter. Hypothetically at least, that’s the best time of year to tackle all those inside projects that have been relegated to the bottom of my to-do list for longer than I care to remember.

There are bookshelves to decorate, budgets to update and photo albums to work on—but not until I finish filing stacks of old bills and going through other piles of paperwork that I’ve been meaning to organize for years.

I was pilfering through some folders full of memorabilia from my girls’ younger days—letters from grandma, early handwriting samples, doctor’s reports from preschool checkups, a thick packet of cards friends sent when we adopted Molly (was that really 11 years ago?)—when another file captured my attention.

It held a few favorite quotes that I used to post on a bulletin board in our home office, back when freelance writing and editing were part of my regular routine. That bulletin board has long since been stashed in a storage closet and I don’t work from home as much these days, but those words of wisdom and encouragement felt like old friends as I paused to read them once again.

Even though it’s been more than a decade since I gathered these quotes—and some of them actually were written many decades prior to that—I was amazed at how relevant they are today.

My little quote collection wasn’t fancy, but it might as well have had “blog post” written all over it. So rather than stuff the file back in a drawer and forget about it, I’m sharing its contents with you today.

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This first quote—one that gets me every time I read it—was labeled “Author Unknown.” When I tried to locate the source last week, my internet search revealed nothing. So if you happen to know where these words came from, please let me know so I can give credit where credit is due.

“Wait is the grand instruction. Never hurry past your impatience to see if God can be coaxed into joining your neuroses. Just wait. History is on the rails. God’s plan with final things is right on schedule. Your impatience embarrasses the angels who never burst in on an overture before the maestro’s downbeat. Nor do angels fidget over the tardiness of God. When you complain that God is too slow to satisfy your pace, your speed is but one more indication of your unwillingness to trust.”

Author Unknown

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Thanks to my background in journalism, I’ve always valued accuracy in writing. But this next quote applies to anyone who writes, no matter what the topic is or where it’s published.

“You never reach a place where you can be at ease with the facts. Your task is to continually search, to study, to present the material in a careful and diligent manner. Get your facts straight. People are striving for a knowledge of the truth and you owe that to them. Be a wordsmith. Place value on communicating clearly and correctly and where you can, concisely. If there is any place we can find shoddy and careless writing, alas, it is among the Christian ranks. Make a difference. Follow Luke’s example.”

Chuck Swindoll, from a classic message on the Gospel of Luke (Quoted in Roaring Lambs by Bob Briner)

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Why does a loving God allow us to experience pain? C.S. Lewis hints at the answer here.

“To ask that God’s love should be content with us as we are is to ask that God should cease to be God: because He is what He is, His love must, in the nature of things, be impeded and repelled by certain stains in our present character, and because He already loves us He must labour to make us lovable.”

—C.S. Lewis in The Problem of Pain

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Finally, a quote I’ve been pondering lately as I evaluate my commitment to a project I started a few years ago but have been putting off for a very long time.

“Once God has put His call on you, woe be to you if you turn to the right hand or to the left. God will do with you what He never did before the call came; He will do with you what He is not doing with other people. Let Him have His way.”

The Quotable Oswald Chambers, David McCasland, editor

P.S. I’m linking up this week with Purposeful Faith, #TellHisStory, Coffee for Your Heart, Chasing Community, #HeartEncourgementThursday, Fresh Market Friday and Grace & Truth.

Love for the Long Haul

Our first February as a married couple, Randy had one rose a day delivered to my desk in the newsroom during the week leading up to Valentine’s Day.

More than two decades and a whole lot of life later, he accidentally did something decidedly less romantic the week before Feb. 14.

“Put lotion on and forgot to put my ring back on!” he texted me one morning. “Feels naked.”

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Love Equals Time

If I had to pick the most meaningful gift I’ve ever given my girls, the Valentine’s Day present I gave each of them last year surely would be in the running.

It cost me nothing (at least not initially) but kept on giving all year long.

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A Song for the Heart in Need of Hope

We’ve been plowing some tender soil around here lately, holding fast to truths about God’s timing and presence even as we contemplate the uncertainty and feelings of inadequacy that loom in our lives.

Maybe what we need most, as we move forward on this journey, is hope. Hope that God is sovereign. Hope that He is faithful, that what He’s doing in and around us has purpose, that He holds us in the palm of His hand and won’t let go.

Thankfully, we do have this hope–because of Jesus.

He, truly, is our only hope.

Today, it’s my prayer that “I Have This Hope” by Tenth Avenue North encourages your heart like it has encouraged mine.

God’s Timing is Astonishing

The Monday before Christmas, I was at home by myself. It was early in the day, and I was feeling unsettled and a bit lonely.

I can’t pinpoint an exact cause for these feelings. The stress of the season? A combination of circumstances and unknowns over which I had little control? All of the above, maybe?

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When You’re Feeling Overwhelmed and Inadequate

A few weekends ago, I had a dream.

I don’t often have dreams—not that I remember anyway. Sometimes I can recall fleeting images, and occasionally I wake up with my heart pounding after being chased or because I forgot to do something important.

This time, though, I actually remember the story line.

I was in a house. It may have been the house I grew up in—a turn-of-the-20th-century farmhouse on three acres. It was Sunday morning and I had to be at church by 9. There was a storm under way.

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