Manners and Faux Pas

Call me old-fashioned, but some things are becoming acceptable that once were not. When you consider what your grandparents told you, you must consider the times, but being respectful and nice never go out of style.

  • Don’t wear white to a wedding, unless you’re the bride. Don’t even wear off-white, because the bride might wear that color.
  • Don’t wear white shoes or pants after Labor Day or before Easter. Or just don’t wear them at all. They get very dirty. You’ll eat spaghetti that day, I’m certain.
  • Say “please”, and “thank you’. It’s proper for anyone, no matter how old you are. My almost 2-year old grandson says it. Please use nice words. Thank you.
  • Do not talk with your mouth full of food. Gross. Who wants to see that? Chew like you have a secret.
  • It’s rude to chew or smack your gum in public. If you can chew it discreetly, it’s okay. If not, spit it out!
  • Always tip your server. With money.
  • Children should always obey the adult in the room. (Of course there are exceptions, and you know what they are.)
  • Boys, meet the parents before the first date. Don’t pull in the driveway and blow the horn. Rude. Come inside, and meet the parents. And girls, don’t meet someone for the first date. Don’t be convenient. He needs to pick you up.
  • If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.
  • Ask dad for her hand in marriage, that’s quickly going out of style.
  • Chivalry is almost dead. A man should always hold the door for a lady. Even the feminists. Sorry, not sorry.
  • Men, do the heavy lifting. You’re stronger. Sorry girls, they just are.
  • Be punctual. It’s rude to your host if you’re late.
  • The lady always orders first at the restaurant. Your food will arrive at the same time, promise.
  • If a handshake is necessary, wait for the woman to extend her hand first. Guys, don’t just assume.
  • The man should always walk on the outside of the sidewalk, let the lady walk on the inside.
  • The man should follow the lady upstairs, lest she falls backwards. Likewise, he should go before her when descending.
  • If you’re on a bus or train, or in church, etc., and someone is standing…offer them your seat. No matter your age or gender..
  • Don’t say, “what” or “huh”. Say, “Pardon me?”
  • Learn how to use a telephone, write a letter, and address an envelope.
  • And about that phone…excuse yourself when it rings. Don’t talk at the table or in the company of other people, unless it is an emergency. Just walk away if you must answer it.
  • If you receive a wedding gift, you’d better get that thank you note in the mail quickly.
  • Learn to listen with your mouth closed.
  • And last, but certainly not least, proper grammar will get you far in life.

“Never confuse etiquette with manners. Bad etiquette is using the dinner fork with your salad. Bad manners is pointing out that someone used their dinner fork with their salad.”  Anonymous


Extravagant Love and Extreme Submission

Real worship can come from a broken heart, or a contrite spirit. Tonight it came from out of no where.

Worship isn’t the amount of money you put in the offering plate, or the number of times you stay in the nursery. It’s not the slow song the choir sings. These may be acts of worship, but do not define what true worship is. Webster defines worship: to honor with extravagant love and extreme submission.

Tonight, during our practice for our service on Sunday, we honored God with extravagant love and extreme submission. It was one of the most worshipful times I’ve experienced. I wish everyone could have been there.

God promises us He will come when we worship Him:

Ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name;
    bring an offering and come into his courts.
 Worship the Lord in the splendor of his holiness;
    tremble before him, all the earth.
Say among the nations, “The Lord reigns.”
    The world is firmly established, it cannot be moved;
    he will judge the peoples with equity.

 Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad;
    let the sea resound, and all that is in it.
 Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them;
    let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.
 Let all creation rejoice before the Lord, for he comes,
    he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness
    and the peoples in his faithfulness.

Psalm 96:8-13

He was there tonight. I prayed, and am still praying that the Holy Spirit will lead this Sunday as He led tonight. As I was singing, (or crying/singing), I closed my eyes and could see God’s people filled with His Spirit, and worshiping along side us.

Thank you, God, for who You are, and for what you are doing in my life, and in the lives of others around me. Fill us, use us, lead us. Show us the extravagant love, that we might give to You our extreme submission.

See you all on Sunday!

Please choose a house of worship this Sunday, to experience love like you never have before, and offer that same love back to Him.

Taking Up the Slack

As Mother’s Day approaches, I would be amiss to not say, “Hey, my mom’s birthday comes first!” I feel like she always gets ripped off, because they’re both usually on the same weekend.

I’ll be out of town on her birthday this year, and will have to celebrate another day. Ripped. When we were younger we thought we were getting off easily because we killed two birds with one stone. Ripped. Thankfully, we grew up, and we now treat them as two different occasions.

My mom is incredible. She has worked hard and provided for her family for many years. We never went without the things we needed. She was widowed at age 37, and never remarried. She worked two and sometimes three jobs to make sure we were cared for. We didn’t have a lot of material things, but we were more content than most.

Joy, happiness, and fulfillment are found in the invisible things of life: love, hope, peace, and relationships. And they are not on sale at your local department store. Stop looking for them there. People who live their lives in pursuit of material things are never content They always want newer, faster, or bigger because they will never be satisfied with material possessions.

Back to my mom. She taught us many things. Like, how to make a bowl for popcorn out of newspaper, (I still haven’t figured it out. It’s like some kind of origami trick). She taught my sister to make really awesome cornbread. I haven’t mastered that one either. She taught us to work and to work hard, and it will pay off. She taught us what kind of girls end up as unwed mothers. [Save your politics, this was the 70’s and 80’s] She taught us that lying is not good, especially if you lie to her, then YOU get ripped. She taught us to be loyal friends, to love each other, and to love The Lord with all our hearts. She taught us to laugh and laugh often, and much, and loudly.

There was one Mother’s Day/Birthday weekend 37 years ago, mom really got ripped. May 9, 1980 my older sister, Denise was killed in a tragic motorcycle accident. She died on a Friday, and we had to wait the entire weekend and bury her on Monday, my mom’s birthday, the day after Mother’s Day. I have an excerpt from a Facebook post Denise’s best friend, Sherleen Rew, shared in 2013.

May 9, 2013: A Tribute to My Friend With a Beautiful Heart:

“This week my mind is flooded with memories of a special friend whose life was cut short by a very tragic motorcycle accident. Thirty three years ago I received a phone call that shattered my world. My best friend, Denise Davidson, was gone.  I sat down last night and put a few of my thoughts together about our friendship.

I can’t really remember when I first met Denise. Her Granny lived one street behind ours. When we were young kids, I met her through the fence, and I’m sure we stuck our tongues out at each other a few times. Her Granny made her stay in their fence, and I played freely  throughout the neighborhood. Our close friendship developed in high school during our junior year. We ended up working in the office together and enrolled in the night classes at a local community college. We started hanging out on weekends, attending ballgames, concerts, going on double-dates…We shared secrets and thoughts, but not clothes because I was not blessed to have the tiny waist she did. We did share the same taste in just about everything else.We once bought the exact same greeting card for each other, and another time we both showed up at a New Year’s Eve party wearing the same outfit in different colors. I remember us laughing, but we avoided standing next to each other for the rest of the night.

Our 1977 graduation year came way too soon, but at the same time not soon enough. We headed out to Panama City Beach with about half the graduating class for a week of crazy fun. Life was good, and we were young. In the fall, we both enrolled Snead State where our friendship continued to grow. After Snead, she headed to Jacksonville State, and I moved to Opelika. We kept in touch through letters, phone calls, and occasional visits. We also tried to make it back to Guntersville on the same weekends. I called her when I arrived at my parents’ house that fateful weekend.

She wanted me to come ride motorcycles at her house, but I had already planned a shopping trip to Huntsville. We decided to meet up at 10 am the next morning at her house. We said “bye” and I headed out the door to Huntsville, not knowing that would be the last time I would hear her voice. My mom was answering the phone when I walked in the door from shopping. She handed me the phone and I listened as another friend gave me the devastating news. I have no memory of what happened next, but I woke up on the floor with my Momma holding me. I could not stop the sobs as I tried to tell Mom what had happened.

Heaven gained one “AWESOME ANGEL” that evening, and I lost a very dear friend.

I struggled for years to understand how someone so happy, vibrant, young, and full of life could be taken so quickly. I still miss her and think of her often. I pulled out my Senior Yearbook last night, and read what she had written. I cried and laughed at the long ago memories. Here are a few excerpts from the TWO pages she wrote:

‘Sherleen, Well, as you know, you are the greatest friend I have ever had. I guess everybody else knows also, that’s why they call us sisters. We have had some really good times together. They all started when we worked in the office together and started going to Snead. I will never forget the parties, dates, the Sweetheart Contest, the Warm Concert, our dates with ________and ________ to Snead’s Homecoming, and the night I fell in the lake. Those were a few of the fun times. The crazy stuff is what made this year (1976-77) so good. Remember all the good times we had, but most of all, think of all the times we’re gonna have.

God Bless you.

Friends Always,

I love ya,


Yes, Friends Always. Love ya too, Sherleen”

My mom isn’t the only mom to lose a husband and a child in the span of three years, but she’s the only mom I have, and I think she’s a Wonder Woman.  She handled both great losses with great grace and elegance. She’ll be 80 years old tomorrow, and I will celebrate her birthday and Mother’s Day as two different occasions. She has been mom AND dad for many years to our family. She took up the slack, and never missed a beat. (I was 11 and 14, what do I know)? Happy Birthday, Mom! And Happy Mother’s Day! I love you!




He Makes Beautiful Things out of Dust

Yep, my house is under there.

My Facebook post from April 27, 2012

“Today, one year later, I’m awakened by my alarm clock, not my daughter to beg me to take cover.  Today, one year later, I shop for wedding dresses with her rather than huddle with her and her brother in the bathtub. Today, I am thankful. I’m thankful for neighbors that rush in after the storm. I’m thankful for a sister and a mom that opened their homes. For friends and family who helped to gather our belongings for us to move away for 99 days. A brother with connections to big chainsaws and bucket trucks. I’m thankful for my pastor whose birthday I won’t be so quick to forget again…and his wife; who helped me to remember it was that day, and who wanted to bring a hand saw to help. I’m thankful for our house of worship where we met that weekend and I truly worshiped like no other time before “unplugged”. I’m thankful for a brother-in-law and a brother that know how to build things.  A husband that’s quite handy to have around too.  And for a sister-in-law that knows how to pack things. Today, one year later, I’m thankful for blessings and blue skies, for my job that allows me summers off, for Alfa Insurance; yes I said it, and little baby ducks, old pickup trucks, slow-moving trains, and…wait… that’s Tom T. Hall. Most of all, I am most thankful for His promise, “Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” ~ Psalm 91:1”

Today, April 27, 2017, I wake up to a sprinkling of rain. I’m always a little anxious on this day, I still get very nervous just thinking about it, but on rainy days just a bit more. After being huddled in the tub with your two children, April 27 + rain = apprehension.

It was a morning of getting to sleep late because school was delayed (due to weather). Little did we know, school would be DELAYED. Anna, my oldest, came to me and begged me to take cover with her and her little brother, Noah. I relented, painstakingly. Everyone knows I like to sleep. We all climb into the bathtub, and I realize this is REAL. We hear absolute quiet, and then just as quickly as it turned quiet, it became very loud. We could hear the house being hit by the trees, crashing in, rain pouring in. I spread my body across the kids as best I could. Anna was on her cell phone, receiving texts, talking to her Aunt Delana. Noah yelled, “Pray momma!” Anna yelled, “Get on top of me too!” I couldn’t reach her as well as I could him, I couldn’t pray with words. If ever I needed intercession from the Holy Spirit it was right there. And then it was over. We walked out of the bathroom to find a mess. Neighbors, whose homes were not as badly damaged, rushed over. Noah grabbed every towel he could find. He wanted to save the piano, of all things, which he did. My sister sends her husband with a chainsaw. Tony makes it home from work to see the devastation. We walked out of there alive, unharmed. Many people had much more damage than we did.

250+ people lost their lives that day as multiple tornadoes ripped our state apart. Later that afternoon another one twisted its way through a community close to home and took many.  Today, we remember and pray for the families that had their lives ripped apart.

No TV for 16 days, so we only knew what we heard or read on Facebook. No electricity for 9 days, thank God for generators. Gas was hard to find to run the chainsaws, but we were thankful for what little we had. What was left of our home ended up in the cul-de-sac. The neighbors loved us.

It took a lot of people and a lot of work to put our town back together, but we did it. It’s more beautiful now than it was before.

“Oh sing to The Lord a new song, for He has done marvelous things!” (Psalm 98:1)




Early Church

At this time of the year, we celebrate the splendor of God’s creation in the beauty of the flowers, and the sound of chirping blue jays. We enjoy our families with rituals of food and fellowship, laughter and play. Some of us will also sit in services of silence with sacred readings, or celebration music and uplifting words of encouragement. We will reflect on the holy, and the sanctity of all life.

In the Christian calendar, yesterday was Palm Sunday, the beginning of Holy Week. During this week Christians are asked to consider the meaning of Jesus’ death on the cross, an event that took place almost two thousand years ago. What will you do to honor Holy Week?

I started with alone time at church this morning. I had to go to church to pick up some music for a friend. I got up a little earlier than normal, and left home earlier than I intended. I’ve never been to church that early in the morning. The quiet enveloped me. After locating the music I was looking for, I sat on the front row, as I had several minutes to spare before going into work. I sat there and looked around at the beautiful place of worship that God has given us and thanked Him.

I thanked God for the moving Palm Sunday service that we had yesterday, and for the reminder of His shed blood and broken body through the Lord’s Supper. I prayed for our people, and for Easter Sunday, that we might glorify Him. I prayed that I might glorify Him, so that they might know Him. I sat for a while and was just there. Alone. With God.

I enjoyed starting my day like that. I must do it again very soon. Church at 6:30 am is not so bad.

I will honor Holy Week by remembering that Jesus “took my sin and my sorrow and made them his very own. He bore my burden to Calvary, and suffered and died alone.” (Gabriel, 1905)

I Stand Amazed in the Presence: Charles H. Gabriel, (1905)



“Hey, I’ll be praying for ya! Keep your head up. Gotcha on the prayer list at church.” How many times have we said this? Or heard this from someone else? We need to stand in the GAP (and I’m not talking about the store) for our friends and relatives that don’t know Him, are ill, or going through tough times.

“I looked for a man among them who would build up the wall and stand before me in the gap on behalf of the land so I would not have to destroy it, but I found none.” (Ezekiel 22:30) The Lord was searching for someone who would intercede for Jerusalem and do what was necessary for her salvation. When He looked He found no one who would intercede for the nation and the city.

Every day, we should try to find someone or two someones to stand in the gap for. We need to commit to praying for them, on their behalf because they might not be able to pray for themselves. The best gift anyone can give to another is to pray for him or her. We live in a sinful world where bad things happen to people. Praying for another person not only helps that person find God in the midst of trouble, but also helps us recognize the blessings that God gives us daily.

First Timothy 2:1-5 says: 1 “First I tell you to pray for all people. Ask God for the things people need, and be thankful to Him. 2 You should pray for kings and all who have authority. Pray for the leaders so that we can have quiet and peaceful lives – lives full of worship and respect for God.  3 This is good and it pleases God our Savior. 4 God wants all people to be saved, and He wants everyone to know the truth. 5 There is only one God, and there is only one way that people can reach God. That way is through Jesus Christ who is also a man”. (ICB..International Children’s Bible) It’s that simple.

It is my hope that you will take very seriously the honor that you have of standing in the GAP and praying for other people.

GAP – God Answers Prayer

Facts, Faith, and Feelings

In the eighties and early nineties I had a pastor who preached over and over that we base our opinions on (1) Facts (2) Faith, and lastly, (3) Feelings. It made a lasting impression on me, and now whenever I’m looking for an answer from God, I use that equation to determine whether or not I’m “hearing” the right thing.

This is where I become unpopular. We all too often form our spiritual opinions (answers) based on our feelings first, rather than the facts. The movie, The Shack, tugs at our heartstrings, and causes us to question our belief in who God is. The movie leads you to believe that God is whoever you need Him to be at different times in your life. It’s a feel-good, carnival-ride kind of movie, and in a weird way it makes me think of Alice in Wonderland. I’m a bit relieved when we get to the end and the character, Mack, seems to awaken from a dream, or maybe even returns from the rabbit hole he fell into. I feel less like I have to defend the biblical principles I know to be true, and chalk it all up to a well-written piece of fiction.

For all the feel good in this movie, there are as many inadequacies, and they matter because they are about who God is.

I haven’t read the book, but have no reason to believe that the movie isn’t scripted closely. The movie causes us to believe that there is no repentance of sin. That there is no punishment for sin. Papa says, “Sin is its own punishment”. The movie says there is no wrath of God. Papa says, “Wrath? You lost me there”. The author might not intend to mislead, but he misleads nonetheless. He wants us to see the God of love, but not the God of absolute holiness, or the God of final judgement. For all the feel good in this movie, there are as many inadequacies, and they matter because they are about who God is.

There is no question about who God is, who Jesus is, and who the Holy Spirit is.

  1. God is God.  1. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2. He was in the beginning with God. 3. All things were made through Him, and without Him was not any thing made that was made. ~ (John 1: 1-3) No mention of a woman named Papa. Who, by the way, looks more like a new-age Oprah than God.
  2. Jesus is God’s son. “Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God, who is coming into the world.” (John 11:27) Whatever else Christians may believe, of greatest importance is that Jesus Christ is the Son of God. Apart from this profession, there is no gospel. The movie comes closest in it’s depiction of Jesus, portraying him as an Israeli carpenter. And I say that tongue in cheek.
  3. The Holy Spirit is the power of God, a comforter, a counselor. The Holy Spirit is someone to call on when you don’t know what or how to pray. The Holy Spirit is not an Asian woman that floats in and out with a glow surrounding her.
  4. This woman called “Wisdom”, she scares me. I don’t know what to say about her, except she’s scary.  In Ezekiel 28 God says about Satan, “You were the seal of perfection, full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty.”

I’ll leave you with this essay popularized by syndicated columnist, Paul Harvey, in 1965.

If I were the devil … if I were the prince of darkness, I would want to engulf the whole world in darkness.

I’d have a third of its real estate and four-fifths of its population; I would not be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree — thee.

I would set about, however necessary, to take over the United States.  I’d subvert the churches first, and I would begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: “Do as you please.”

To the young, I would whisper that the Bible is a myth. I would convince the children that man created God instead of the other way around. I’d confide that what’s bad is good and what’s good is “square”. And I would teach the old to pray after me, “Our Father, which are in Washington…” Then, I’d get organized. Continue reading Facts, Faith, and Feelings

Car Session

You want to celebrate strong women? Think about the women you know and the battles they are facing, and how they handle them. My sister-in-law, Beverly, is one of the strongest women I know.

Sometimes when you visit someone in hopes of encouraging them, they always end up encouraging you. Anna and I visited with Beverly Friday night; we had a car session. Ever had one of those? They’re typically late at night and last anywhere from 1-3 hours. There will be tears, laughter, what’s, who’s, and how comes. Oh, and gasping for breath over some of the things discussed.

Beverly is Tony’s youngest sibling, the only sister. Though it hasn’t always been, or maybe it always was, they [the brothers] are quite protective of her. They’re all grown up now, and each of them watch out for her like big brothers do.

Beverly’s husband, Bill, is very sick, battling colon cancer, and quite frankly, he is not winning.  We love “Uncle Bill”, and have always half-joked with Beverly that he’s the best thing that ever happened to her. Bill would tell you that she’s the best thing that ever happened to him. We’ve surmised that they are each the BEST thing for the other. And we are all blessed for having them in our lives.

We talked about a lot of things in the car session: fears, finances, faith. Beverly is afraid, but she has great faith in the hopes and promises of God. We didn’t get to see Bill; he was sleeping, or at least trying to. Jack (the autistic dog) Russell was a bit restless, and may or may not have caused some commotion. The time we spent with Beverly was much-needed, and God-sent.

At the end of our car session Anna told Beverly, “I thought this visit was for you, turns out, I needed to hear exactly what you said tonight.” In the most terrifying time of Beverly’s life, she’s teaching life lessons, and doesn’t even know it. Thank you, Beverly, for our car session this week. I look forward to more of these in the future.

Beverly is one of the strongest women I know. She doesn’t borrow from tomorrow, and lives every day to the fullest.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matthew 6:34)

If you haven’t had a car session with anyone lately, you should consider it. You might learn more than you want, but I guarantee you’ll walk [drive] away with a new perspective.

Please pray for Bill and Beverly Hooper. Bill was diagnosed last year with colon cancer. After a couple of surgeries, Bill is at home fighting this battle his way.


Best Picture

Poor Faye Dunaway and Warren Beatty. If you haven’t heard, Ms. Dunaway called the wrong name for the Academy Award for Best Picture at the Oscars, Sunday night. No one knows how it happened. Was it PricewaterhouseCooper’s fault; was it Faye Dunaway; was it Warren Beatty? He was totally confused, but handed her the envelope anyway. He knew something was awry. Emma Stone said she was holding the card that read “Best Actress”. I wonder if she knows there are TWO SETS of envelopes? Anyway, Jimmy Kimmel blamed Steve Harvey, bless his heart. Unless you’ve been under a rock, you know he announced the wrong name for Miss Universe last year.

There is only ONE Book of Life. No chance of Him missing it, or calling the same name twice, and leaving you out. One thing is for sure, and with absolute certainty: God said, “See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.” (Isaiah 49:16)

God will NOT call the wrong name. He’s going to get it right the first time, every time. Isn’t it an amazing, glorious thing to realize God has our name engraved on His hand? He really sees us, cares about us, and knows us by name!

In the end “Best Picture” goes to A Place Called Heaven, written, produced, and directed by God. He also has the lead role, as The Almighty, and the Lamb. Heaven is described in the book of Revelation:

11 It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. 12 It had a great, high wall with twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel. 13 There were three gates on the east, three on the north, three on the south and three on the west. 14 The wall of the city had twelve foundations, and on them were the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.

15 The angel who talked with me had a measuring rod of gold to measure the city, its gates and its walls. 16 The city was laid out like a square, as long as it was wide. He measured the city with the rod and found it to be 12,000 stadia in length, and as wide and high as it is long. 17 The angel measured the wall using human measurement, and it was 144 cubits thick. 18 The wall was made of jasper, and the city of pure gold, as pure as glass. 19 The foundations of the city walls were decorated with every kind of precious stone. The first foundation was jasper, the second sapphire, the third agate, the fourth emerald, 20 the fifth onyx, the sixth ruby, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth turquoise, the eleventh jacinth, and the twelfth amethyst. 21 The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of gold, as pure as transparent glass.

22 I did not see a temple in the city, for its temple is the Lord God the Almighty and the Lamb. 23 The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp. 24 The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their splendor into it. 25 and its gates will never be shut by day—and there will be no night there. 26 The glory and honor of the nations will be brought into it. 27 Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb’s book of life.

Personally, I love turquoise and amethyst. I’m pretty fond of gold, and pearls too, but I think they will all pale in comparison to the Glory of God.

He gets it right the first time, every time.



Great is Thy Faithfulness

I drafted this a few weeks ago, and didn’t publish. Yesterday, our pastor dissected Lamentations 3:22-23. And then again this morning, I received a note from a fellow-worker with this verse. I call it perfect timing.

It’s been on my mind the last couple of days. Great is Thy Faithfulness, the hymn. I’m so relieved that He is. I get to wake up every morning to His new mercies. Just think, with each new day, God gives us opportunities to prove His faithfulness.

Great Is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father!
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Though changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.

Great Is Thy faithfulness,
Great Is Thy faithfulness,
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy Faithfulness, Lord unto me!

When we are faithless, He remains faithful. I think He’s trying to remind me that people will let us down. Your husband, wife, sister, friend, or brother might disappoint you, but He never will! The Lord Himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. (Deuteronomy 31:8)

My friends, I will let you down, every person on the face of the earth will disappoint you at some point or another, but God does not change His mind, He does not change His promises, He is constant, and can be wholly counted on. 

I was disappointed recently. I did a favor, and expected a kindness in return. It didn’t happen. My lesson: Be kind anyway. I shouldn’t expect anything in return when I do something nice; I should do it just to be NICE. Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God. (Hebrews 13:16)

Believe me, I speak from experience, it hurts when people let you down. It’s inevitable; it’s going to happen. It’s a fact of life. But it’s incredible to realize that Jesus will never let you down. It’s encouraging to realize that it’s impossible for Jesus to be anything less than you think He is. Put all your strength, all your hope, and all your life into Him.