Embrace the Adventure!

Hello friends,

Today's devotion is a little different. Embrace whatever adventure comes your way today! (And every day...)

When you look in the mirror

You see someone small…

You see a body too short

to see out high windows

Hands not strong enough to open doors

Legs that get tired when ‘over there’ is too far from ‘over here’.

But when I look in the mirror,

I see you and Me.

You in Me.

Me in you.

I see We!

What shall we do today, little one?

Come sit on My shoulders, from up here you can see…

Out windows,

Over fields,

Across dim valleys to brighter places that are waiting for our feet.

We can see into Forever.

Those stubborn doors?

No door can resist your hand on Mine,

So pick one!

We will go exploring.

It’s okay if your legs get tired,

we’ll use Mine.

When We look into the mirror, what do We see?

Light-Bearers who shatter darkness

Key-Holders who rescue captives

Love-Healers who fix broken hearts and lives

You in Me

Me in you…

WE

What shall We do today?

Dianne J. Wilson writes novels from her hometown in East London, South Africa, where she lives with her husband and three daughters.

Finding Mia is available from Amazon, Pelican / Harbourlight, Barnes & Noble and other bookstores.

Shackles is available as a free ebook from Smashwords.

Find her on Facebook, Twitter and her sporadic blog Doodles.

Seeing Is Believing, But Not Always

A few years ago I was involved in an online discussion with a small group of atheists. They insisted that God could not possibly exist because there is no proof. When I suggested that the miraculous is proof of God's existence, they expressed as much skepticism for miracles as they did for God. So I went out on a limb and told them about a miracle witnessed by my wife many years ago. The reason I say I went out on a limb is because my wife can provide no evidence that it ever happened. Still, I figured it was worth a try.

The miracle took place while my wife was living at a YWCA in South Africa thirty years ago. Her friend Angie (not her real name) was born with polio. She could not walk without crutches and leg braces. One leg was four inches shorter than the other, which meant she had to wear a built-up shoe.

Angie was a devout Christian and one night she asked my wife to go with her to a meeting hosted by a visiting evangelist. During the meeting, the evangelist called everyone to pray for healing. Angie grabbed my wife's hands and told her to pray for her.