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What Did You Say???

posted Jun 4, 2016, 11:14 AM by Kamy Bibbee

I was searching through an old file drawer the other day for medical papers I needed for my daughter's doctor appointment...and I ran across some articles I wrote ten years ago...

It was fun for me to take this trip down Memory Lane ---I hope you enjoy reading this, too!

January 2006
A few nights ago, I was reading to Kaylin, our five-year-old, in her "Bedtime Bible."  We were reading about the creation, and about God creating heaven and earth, and plants and trees, and animals and man.  One sentence in the book said, "God created them all."

Kaylin sat straight up in bed and said, "Hey!  We've been to the MALL!"

I couldn't figure out where that train of though came from...then I realized she thought I said, "God created THE MALL."

Have you ever done this?  God says something to hear a topic in Bible read something in His Word...we "hear" something that maybe wasn't exactly the way God intended for us to hear it.  We may, like Kaylin did, misunderstand what was being said.  Kaylin "heard" that God created "the mall", and she missed hearing that God is the Creator of ALL.

Like people "hear" that God is love, and they miss hearing that God is a righteous judge and that He is holy.

Like people "see" God in a miracle, but they miss seeing God in a tragedy.

As we watched the news unfold recently about the Sago coal miners in West Virginia, we all wanted to hear the news that all of the miners survived the explosion and the toxic fumes in the mine.  Then when the truth was clear that only one man survived and 12 men had died, many people reacted in anger toward God.  Some said they wonder if God even exists. 

We react so quickly to what we see, and we struggle with faith in what we don't see.  We gravitate quickly to things we think we understand, and yet God often works in ways we don't understand.  It was easy for Kaylin to pounce on the topic of "the Mall" and miss the topic of the creation of the universe.  Don't we do this, too?  Isn't it easy to make sense of God working in a miracle, but hard to make sense of God working in difficulties?

One of my favorite lines in the new Narnia movie is toward the end when Aslan was walking away, and Lucy was wondering if she would see him again.  She was told, "You have to remember, he is not a tame lion.  But he IS just."

This really stood out to me.  Lucy was learning as she grew to know Aslan that he was not a docile, predictable pet lion.  We need to know that God is not a "tame" God.  He is not a genie who is there to grant a wish if we say the magic words in the correct sequence. 

But He IS just.  And He is good.  He is faithful.  He is powerful.  He is gracious.  He is loving.  He is holy.  He is strong.  He is perfect.

He is WORTHY of our TRUST....even when we don't understand.


posted Nov 24, 2015, 1:39 PM by Kamy Bibbee happened to me AGAIN last week.  You'd think after all these years of tube feeding Morgan, I would have this down....but no.  Every morning I fill the feeding bag with her formula, load it in the machine, program it, hook the tubing to Morgan, hit "Run", and we're good to go.  However, once in awhile, I get busy getting her backpack filled, combing her WILD hair, or brushing her teeth...

( girls are some of the few people who can actually brush their teeth AT THE SAME TIME as they are eating breakfast!  Talent, right??  Anyway, back to my busy mornings...)

...and then I hear and alarm --- BEEP!...BEEP!...BEEP! ---- and I look at the machine and I realize that I never hit "Run".    Ugh.   I got everything connected...but NOTHING is going in.  Morgan is getting no nutrition.

As we head into the Thanksgiving holiday...picture this:  the table is set...loaded with amazing dishes of delicious and friends are sitting down to eat...and you jump up and say, "Oops....I forgot to brush my hair!  I'll be right back!" Then you come back and sit fill your plate...and then you push your chair back and say, "Oh no...I gotta go...I really wanted to read another chapter in my mystery novel."  Your family looks at you strangely as you return to the table awhile finally put a bit of mashed potatoes on your spoon...and suddenly you jump up and yell, "I can't eat now!  I need to go check my facebook status!" 

This is pretty silly, isn't it?  You have an amazing feast in front of you...and yet, you keep finding things that take you away from that good food.  Morgan has her food all ready to go...and yet, I get distracted by other "jobs" and forget to give her the nutrition she needs.  And the Thanksgiving meal is not only nutritious for us, it's also enjoyable.  YUM!!! We all have our favorite foods this time of year.

And Bible study is necessary for our's nutritious...we've got to feed on His Word every day...we can't grow without it!...but it's also enjoyable!  Our food is here...we have easy access to the's at the table...or it's loaded up in the machine ready to go...but are we distracted by so many other "important" things that we don't even EAT?  Do we keep hopping up from the table to go do other things?

Thank You, God, for the "alarms" that help us remember to connect to You and to feed on Your Word every day.  Help us to EAT WELL...and thank You for the joy we get from feeding on Your Word.  You are SO GOOD!!!

Puzzle pieces

posted Mar 28, 2015, 7:59 PM by Kamy Bibbee

I found a puzzle piece in our house the other day...a stray piece...away from its box...I looked at it closely, trying to determine which puzzle it came from...but I couldn't tell.  I couldn't tell from that one piece what the whole picture was.

I am at the point in my life where it is a pretty big possibility that I have more years behind me than I have in before me...and that gives me lots of opportunities to look back and see how pieces of my life fit together...God working in His good the working of a puzzle.

How many times over the years did I think I had the picture figured out?  I thought I could tell what was coming...I thought I could tell how the picture would look...then another piece or two would fit in, and the picture wasn't what I thought it would be...again...and again...

Let me share about a couple of pieces of this puzzle...

We have a group from our church planning to leave on a mission trip to Haiti to work and serve and 14-year-old daughter and I are part of this group.  We are so excited about going...and we can't wait to get there and get worn out working at the children's home and teaching area kids and adults and serving in any way we can.  Having this opportunity to go is a big blessing....and maybe that is seen more clearly when I share the rest of this story...

Go back with me twenty years ago...Kevin and I had been married a couple of years...and we had just moved to Minnesota...leaving family and friends to go work in ministry in the Twin Cities area...when we got there, plans were already in place for a group to go to work and serve and love...I jumped in and joined this group!  I had wanted to go on a mission trip since college...and here was a great opportunity!  I was so excited!

However, within a couple of weeks of making this commitment, I found out I was pregnant. I backed out of the trip.  I was disappointed in not being able to go...but we were very thankful and looking forward to meeting our firstborn.

Megan was born later that year...and since then, our plate has been full taking care of her and then later, her two sisters.  Life with our children and their special needs is so much different than I thought it would be...not BAD...but definitely different...

It's like picking up one puzzle piece and claiming to know what the final picture will be...

Here I am...going to the SAME place I had planned to go to exactly TWENTY years ago...planning to help the SAME children's home...joining in to serve in the same place...will there be adults there who were children then?   

Living in faith means continuing to work the piece at a keep fitting pieces in...keep trusting the Maker of the puzzle...keep working it even when it isn't making sense...keep going...

And who knows?  Maybe twenty years later, you'll find a missing piece, too.....

Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity...   (1 Corinthians 13:12, NLT)

Talk to me, God...

posted Dec 7, 2014, 7:16 PM by Kamy Bibbee

“Once upon a time…”

“And THEN…”

“And they lived happily ever after…”

I love stories…I love reading them to myself…I love reading them to my kids…

We all have our own stories…and here is one chapter in mine…

Once upon a time…God spoke to me…please, don’t think I am weird…I didn’t hear a voice…I didn’t see a bright light or hear any music…

Do you know how many times I have prayed for God to speak to me?  So many times…

Haven’t you?  Haven’t you longed for a clear message from God?  I know He speaks through the Bible…I know He teaches us through other believers…I know He guides us through the Holy Spirit…but I longed for God to speak to me…

I used to walk around my college campus…struggling with life decisions…classes…job potentials…GUYS…and I would pray for God to drop a rock out of the sky…preferably NOT on my head!...but right in my path…kinda like Ernest T. Bass throwing a rock through the window on the Andy Griffith Show…his rocks usually had notes attached to them…I prayed God would drop a rock right in front of me with a note attached to it…telling me exactly what to do…then it would all be OK.  Right?  It would all be clear.  And I would live happily ever after…

No rocks ever fell…no notes ever came crashing through the window…no voice….

That’s OK.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be God’s girl…my parents taught us well and we were very involved in a great church as I was growing up…one of my first junior high “crushes” was on our youth minister…even then I wanted to grow up and marry someone who loved God and loved people, too…I dreamed about ministry…wondering how God would use my dreams and desires to be His…to work for Him…would it be overseas missions?  I had great friends who trained and went to Kenya…and Thailand…I wondered about going there…or somewhere…what do you want me to do, Lord?  Just drop a rock out of the sky….

After college I met and married Kevin…fell in love with him because he loved God and loved people…and he wanted his life to be about serving people, too…we wondered what God had planned...

We moved to Minnesota to work with the church just outside of St. Paul…and our first daughter was born...she was born with a chromosomal abnormality…our first year with our first child was much different than we thought it would be…hospitalizations…seizures…surgeries…we loved our sweet girl…and, sure, we still wanted more children!  We prayed…and asked many others to pray, too…and our second daughter was born…healthy!  We were so thankful…

We still wanted more children…we had plans…dreams…

Our third daughter was born…she needed surgery right after birth…she was about 12 hours old when they took her to surgery…we had chosen to not have an amniocentesis done during the pregnancy…it would have made no difference in us keeping our child or loving our child…we knew the possibilities…we had been meeting for several years with a geneticist….listening to all the statistics and probabilities…and praying to God…believing it was all in His will and all in His plan.  We believed God would answer our prayers for a healthy baby…we believed with all our hearts that our dreams and desires to be completely His and to be used for His glory…well, surely that meant God would answer our prayers the way we wanted…right?  I mean, we were asking for GOOD things…we were asking in the right way…we wanted to give our lives in serving God…we were asking for a GOOD THING.

So the day that we found out the results of the genetics tests…and we got the news that we now have TWO children with a chromosomal abnormality…it rocked our world.  It shook our faith.  I remember looking at the doctor as he rattled off the results in the same tone of voice that he would have read the weather forecast…and I thought, “Do you realize what you just told us?  Do you understand what you just said to Kevin and me?  Do you know what this means for our family?  You really have no idea about what you are saying to us….”

I stayed at the hospital holding our baby that morning, and later that Kevin came back to trade places with me…after all, we had two other children at home, too…I remember leaving the hospital, and driving out of downtown St. Paul…the road I needed to go on followed the river…and as I drove…the dam busted open.  I started crying so hard that I had to pull into a parking lot by the river because I couldn’t see where I was going.  I cried out to God…why?  Why?  I believe all things are in Your hands…there is nothing that is too hard for You…I asked…prayed what I believed was in Your will…why this answer?  We prayed in faith…we chose Morgan’s middle name as “FAITH” long before she was even born…this is not how it was supposed to be.  Maybe I didn’t ask enough times?? This is not how it is supposed to be.  Maybe I got distracted and didn’t pray enough about this…This is not how it is supposed to be.  Did I not do something right?  This is not how it is supposed to be…


And THEN…it happened.  Not in an audible voice.  But I heard God say, “Kamy…do you trust Me?”  




“Do you trust Me?”


But, God…I don’t understand!!!


“Kamy, are you going to trust Me only when things happen the way you think they should….or will you trust Me when you don’t understand?”


But, God…this is not how it is supposed to be…


“Do you trust Me?”


That was it….


My emotions calmed back down…my vision finally cleared enough so I could see as I drove…I pulled out of the parking space…headed out of the parking lot…I knew as surely as I was about to turn our van left to go back into St. Paul or right to go toward our house that I was also at a crossroads in my faith, too --- I could turn away from God and leave it all behind…I had been hurt…disappointed…my faith was shaken…OR I could choose to trust Him. 

I don’t have all the answers.  I don’t know all the reasons why…I don’t know why life is so hard at times…He hasn’t given me answers…but He gives me a choice…and I chose…and still choose every day…to trust the One who still holds all things in His hands.  He knows what is going on…even when I don’t understand.

OK…I still wish He would throw a rock through the window once in awhile.

The Shelves Are Full...

posted Sep 24, 2014, 10:14 AM by Kamy Bibbee

The food pantry ministry at our church has grown so much in the past few years...God continues to provide...and we want to continue to serve Him and serve people.  L1 and L2...loving God and loving people...that's everything we do...

A few weeks ago I was able to help a bit on the food shopping day...I met all the workers at the church building and helped unload the crates and boxes of food they bought at Second Harvest...this food is bought for pennies on the pound...what a blessing!  Even with several people helping carry boxes and using the wheeled carts, it took many trips to get everything inside...especially when we were slowed down by the "three-wheeled" cart.  This is the cart with only three functioning wheels...the corner with the limping wheel has to be held up as it is pushed down the hallway...prompting my dad to keep telling the old joke about the dog who could do know...he puts three down and carries one!  (Groan....)

Then came the job of unloading the crates and organizing the food in different areas on the multiple shelving units...cereals go here...canned goods go there...meal all had their places.  Empty boxes go in another room to be re-used or broken down for recycling.  Hands are flying and bodies are moving from room to room as workers get all the food put away.

By this time, I am ready for a break!  I am kind of enjoying sitting back...seeing all these shelves full of food!  Cans and boxes all lined up...organized...everything looks great...

But Taskmaster Tracie (she knows I love her!) said we needed to pack bags...and she showed us what should go in each bag...protein, vegetables/fruit, for each bag.  So we set to work...assembly-line style...and soon the shelves were filling up with grocery bags ready to give away the next time our food pantry was open...bottom shelves full...middle shelves shelves filled where arms can reach them when they are needed...and all of the bags will be needed!

So now I'm really ready to sit back and take another break...and look at the full shelves...more than two hundred bags...all lined up...organized...everything looks great...

It feels good!  It's nice to see the food pantry all prepared...filled with the blessing of food...

But it means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING if we stop here...I looked at these shelves...completely filled with what is needed to GIVE to people...and I thought:  What if we stopped at this point and closed the door...locked up...went away...satisfied with the full shelves?  That food would do NO GOOD.  It would eventually rot.  Our doors have to open up and invite people in to receive this food...AND the love that is given along with it!

It is like my own life...I know that God gives me all that I need to accomplish what He wants me to do each day.  He fills my shelves with a great harvest.  He packs my bags with experiences, difficult trials and overwhelming blessings...filling me up with all that He knows will DO GOOD.

But if I close my door and just hold on to what God has filled me does NO GOOD.  If I sit back and just enjoy the view of my heart's shelves filled with good things from God...if I am satisfied with the scriptures I have memorized...if I am comfortable with the sermons I have heard...if the doors to my heart are closed when God places people in my life...people  who need these supplies with which God has filled my does NO GOOD.

So...fill my shelves, Lord...put in me what you want me to give...then help me keep my doors open and do good!

"And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in ALL things at ALL times, having ALL that you need, you will ABOUND in every GOOD WORK."  (2 Corinthians 9:8, emphasis mine)

True living...

posted Jul 12, 2014, 1:45 PM by Kamy Bibbee   [ updated Jul 12, 2014, 1:46 PM ]

The obituary read: "(Maddie) spoke her first words and took her first steps into Heaven Friday..."

Not that I frequent the obituary pages in the newspaper, but I had been watching for this one.  She was my daughter's classmate.  I knew  these were not typical obituary words...but Maddie wasn't a typical 19 year old.  Sure, she had "special needs"...lots of medical issues...but I think it really struck me as I saw the newspaper and as I sat through her memorial service that Maddie was now truly free...really alive.  She had been released from a body that had many limitations, and now she was able to be free...and be fully alive.

I have hesitated to write about this...because I have not lived through the death of any of my children.  It wasn't that long ago that we thought Jesus was about to call Megan home...but we are thankful she is still with us and doing great!  I hope my words do not seem insensitive to those who have walked this road ahead of us.  We have said for years that having a child (or children) with special needs has led us to say things we never thought we would say...and one of "those things" is that we believe it will bring us some measure of peace if our children die before we do...(YIKES! What kind of parent says that??!)...because we believe they will go from our home to Jesus' home...from our arms to the arms of our loving God...and there is no comparison.

When Megan was so sick almost two years ago...the doctors said they had done all they could...and Megan was not responding like we had hoped...we started to grieve.  But I didn't want my desires to override what was best for Megan...and I knew that whatever God had planned is ALWAYS BEST  for her.  So I would lean over her each night, kiss her, and tell her that if Jesus comes to take her home, she should go with Him.  His home will be so much better than ours...and as much as we would miss her, we wanted her to be truly alive with Him.  We wanted her to belong completely to Jesus...every minute of her life...her death...her eternity.

It seems that this is another lesson that precious people like Maddie and our Megan teach us.  Maddie lived each day...she didn't worry about death...she didn't try to avoid it, either.  Her life and her death were done in full trust in the One who holds every moment in His hands.  Why isn't it as easy to see this when "healthy" people die?  If we truly believe that Jesus is preparing a place for us, and that He is coming back to take us home with Him...why do we struggle with death?  Human nature latches on to what we can see, and our faith struggles to believe in what is unseen.  The whole concept of death is hard to understand...but when our hearts belong to our Lord, we can see death as a release to allow us to truly live.  Death is not a robber of life; it is a opening to true living.

A friend once shared this about his sweet wife whose death from cancer was imminent:  "She is not leaving the land of the living to go to the land of the dead; she is leaving the land of the dying to go to the land of the living."

Death releases the limitations we have had here and allows us to be truly free.  Maddie showed us small glimpses into who she really was...the sweet spirit God created...and her family and close friends saw these glimpses clearer than anyone else.  We believe she is now speaking those words we never got to hear...and running on those feet that never were able to hold her up here.

Lord, help us to trust You for Your plan...for Your timing...for Your goodness.  Give us eyes to see the freedom you give...glimpses in this life here, and the hope of TRUE LIFE when You call us through that doorway to Your home.

For our earthly bodies, the ones we have now that can die, must be transformed into heavenly bodies that cannot perish but will live forever.  When this happens, then at last this Scripture will come true -- "Death is swallowed up in victory." O death, where is your victory? Where is your sting?        (I Corinthians 15:53-55)

Signs and symptoms...

posted Apr 16, 2014, 2:44 PM by Kamy Bibbee

Having three daughters is….well, it’s interesting.   Dramatic?  Sure.  Emotional?  Of course.

One of the best parts?  Sharing clothes.

However, that can be an emotional thing, too.  Just the other day, I experienced a really strange sensation.  I was dressing Morgan, our youngest, and these words just tumbled out of my mouth, “No….no….no…no….no….”  I was putting a shirt on Morgan that used to fit her big sister…just last week, I think!  It was almost confusing to look at Morgan and remember Kaylin being in those clothes.  I had a hard time coming to grips with TWO facts:  (1) Kaylin has ALREADY outgrown this shirt, and (2) Morgan has ALREADY grown into this shirt.  Yikes!!

Growth has not been easy for Morgan…nor for Megan.  The girls have both needed growth hormone shots to supplement what their body isn’t able to supply.  I remember when the tests were run years ago for Megan that showed she had little to no growth hormone production on her own.  I voiced my thoughts to our doctor:  “But we have to lift and carry Megan…we DON’T WANT her to be big and tall…why can’t she just stay little?”  The doctor informed me that giving Megan growth hormone shots won’t “make” Megan grow big.  It will just help support taking care of her in a way she can’t do on her own.  It will help all of her vital organs function better.  It will help her metabolism.  It will help her muscles.  So we agreed to start the daily shots.

The way we first knew Megan needed some help was that her measurements plateaued on the growth chart at her pediatric check-ups.  The way we first knew Morgan needed help was that her blood sugar was low and we had a hard time keeping it regulated.  The growth hormone is regulated in a certain area inside the brain, but we could see external signs and symptoms showing how it wasn’t working well.  Each symptom we saw in our girls improved once we started giving the growth hormone shots.

I remember another doctor appointment that showed Kaylin was off the TOP of the growth chart --- totally opposite of Megan and Morgan.  So I joked with the doctor, asking her to explain WHY two out of my girls need growth hormone injections, while my third girl is on track to be six feet tall???  And, of course, the doctor had no explanation for me.

So how about your check-ups?  No, I am not asking if you have entered your height on a chart…or if you have checked your blood sugar lately.  I’m talking about your heart.  Are you showing signs of healthy Spirit-filled growth, or have you plateaued?  Do you have the energy to keep up daily in this race God has you running, or is your blood sugar running low?  Are you showing signs of outgrowing your older clothes?  If you look at where you were ten years ago…five years ago…six months ago…are you different today?  Are you changing?   It isn’t healthy to say, “This is just the way I am.  I can’t change.”  God created us to grow…and when we aren’t healthy inside, we can see the signs and symptoms on the outside. 

So what is the “test”?  Here it is:  Do you look more like Jesus today than you used to? Do you have life, and truth, and joy?  Do you know Jesus better?  Has your faith and your trust grown? Do you love Him deeper?  Do you love people more?  

Or do you need some daily growth hormone shots?  It might hurt a bit…but growing healthy is worth it.


For crying out loud...

posted Mar 3, 2014, 8:11 PM by Kamy Bibbee

Yesterday was a difficult day.  Morgan is in the hospital because of an infection in her back incision.  She is responding well to the explosion of antibiotics...and we are thankful for that!  She has two wound vacs on her back, and yesterday was the day the doctors needed to change them.  We made sure Morgan had good pain medicine...but it was still pretty hard on her.  Once we were done...and Morgan calmed back down...(AND I had a good cry!)...I thought back on the on the almost two hour process.  I thought about how Morgan is a lot like me.

During the toughest parts, Morgan was hurting...upset...frustrated...and I know she just wanted the whole thing to STOP.  She bites her hand when she is really upset...and yesterday, as I tried to keep her from hurting herself, she pulled my hand into her teeth --- OUCH!

I tried to get right in front of her so she could look at me...see my face...and, even with her hearing loss, maybe she could hear my words...I told her I loved her...I was proud of her...I knew she was hurting...this would be over soon.  I constantly was touching her and holding her hand.

But do you know what Morgan did?  She kept crying...hard...eyes tightly shut...she wouldn't look at me...and I don't think she heard a word I said!

Do you wonder if I was offended?  I mean, really...think about it.  I was just trying to show her love, and she rejected my attempts to help her.  Do you think I was hurt?  And maybe I wanted to withdraw into a corner until Morgan was able to change her attitude and treat me better??

Of course not.  I love Morgan.  I know her.  I understand her actions are because she is hurting.

I thought about struggles in my life...when I am hurting...frustrated...upset...even self-destructive.  I know God is right in front of me...and my eyes are so tightly closed that I cannot see cries are so loud that I cannot hear pain is so heavy that I cannot feel His hand in mine.  I know He wants me to open my eyes ...and I want to!  But sometimes I can't see Him or hear Him or feel Him.  I cry out even more!

But do you think God is offended by this?  Do you really think He wants to withdraw into a corner until I am able to change my attitude and treat Him better??   He loves me...He knows me...He understands my pain...He knows my weaknesses.  He can handle my cries.  He will keep hold of me...during the really tough times...and during restful times, too.

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down...especially sin...we do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the originator and perfecter of our faith..."   (Hebrews 12:1-3)

Our "special needs"....

posted Feb 8, 2014, 7:02 AM by Kamy Bibbee   [ updated Feb 8, 2014, 7:02 AM by foyle perkins ]

Our 11-year-old is heading into surgery in a couple of days.  It's not the first time she's been through this...she's been hospitalized many times and has had about a dozen surgeries...but this one is a "big" one.  Spinal fusion.  Long surgery.  Long recovery.  It's not the first time our family has been through this either.  Our oldest daughter went through this same surgery five years ago.

I think what is weighing heavy on my mind is that Morgan doesn't comprehend what is ahead.  Why?  Because she has "special needs"??  Because she is developmentally delayed???  

I can't explain to her what is coming.  Even if I said the words, she wouldn't understand.  What she does know is that we love her.  She trusts us as her parents.  And we do love her and want what is best for her...even if it means she will hurt for awhile.  

Morgan is teaching me about trust.  There are many things I don't understand...and even if God straight out said the words to me to explain the tough stuff that happens in life, I wouldn't understand.  I have "special needs" in a spiritual sense...I have "developmental delays" too.  

What I do know is God loves us.  He does what is best for us...even if it means we will hurt for awhile.

Happy NEW Year!

posted Jan 4, 2014, 8:23 AM by Kamy Bibbee   [ updated Jan 4, 2014, 8:23 AM by foyle perkins ]

I love NEW-ness.  I'm not saying I always need new things.  Our house is full of OLD stuff...we have a rocker that belonged to my great-grandfather...and I love it!  Kaylin's bedroom furniture belonged to her great-great's beautiful!

Here's what I'm talking about:  I know I may be weird...but I like a new piece of paper.  I always loved the first day of school and the new spiral-bound notebook paper. It actually crinkled as the pages come apart for the first time!  I get excited opening the first page of a brand new book.  I have a weakness for new pens and pencils.  

I believe God knows we all need NEW-ness.  

When He created time, He created a NEW beginning with each dawn.  We just celebrated the beginning of a NEW year.  We have the opportunity to meet with our church family every Sunday, a NEW beginning to each week.  

And God, in His gracious goodness, gives us a NEW beginning in Jesus.  We can be clothed with perfection...because of the gift of grace God gives through His Son.  

For by one sacrifice he has made perfect forever those who are being made holy.      Hebrews 10:14

Thank You, Lord, for NEW-ness!

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