No rain for three years.
The woman looked out the door at the cloudless sky and back
at the hard, dry ground. No one could remember the last time a stalk of wheat had
grown out of the soil. A spear of hopelessness stabbed her soul. She wasn’t so
concerned about herself, but she didn’t want to watch her child die of
starvation. Her husband perished, now so did the food.
How could she trust God’s faithfulness? Her emotions were as dry as the ground outside.
@barbaralatta
Please welcome guest blogger, Katherine Pasour. We are fellow members of Lighthouse Bible Studies and contributors to Refresh magazine. I know you will enjoy reading her insights on Jesus' story of the Good Samaritan and discovering the provision she received during a scary time. Her reflections show us how a Titus 2 woman responds and becomes an example to others.
When I was a child, Easter was a big deal full of
excitement. It was almost like Christmas. We got new clothes, a basket full of
candy and toys, and enjoyed Easter egg hunts.
All the girls wore patent leather shoes, dresses full of
stiff petticoats, and we carried spring purses. White-gloved hands clutched new
Bibles that had been part of the basket bounty.
And what about those Peeps? They appear out of nowhere every year then disappear back into hiding until the next Easter season. I think merchants just store them in the back room from year to year and bring them out again in the spring. Mold won’t grow on them, they won’t melt, and I don’t even think bugs like them. You can’t kill a Peep!
