I took this last photo from Cocoa Beach after a tough run in heavy sand. I could've run on the road, which would have been much easier, but I could not bear to leave the ocean the last morning of our vacation.
My Facebook friend and the husband of my audiobook narrator added the quote to the photo. I love it because it captures just what I was feeling as I looked at the sun rising over the gorgeous ocean.
Looking for a city
where we'll never die.
There the sainted millions,
never say good-by.
There we'll meet our savior,
and our loved ones, too.
Come O Holy Spirit,
all our hopes renew.
-W. Oliver Cooper
After a 3 hour traffic jam and 12 hour drive, we are home again. This morning, I return to the sidewalks of the abortion center, hoping that in the spirit of Thanksgiving and Christmas, the crowd there aborting will be light. However, normally, holiday weeks are big abortion days. I imagine this particular center is having a cyber-Monday sale on abortions. I know they have offered sales in the past.
After my time on the sidewalks where I ask God to bring me the hurting women who just need a little hope, a little encouragement, I have a special treat. One of the moms I work with who chose life just had her baby girl. She asked me to come visit, and hold her sweet child. In her words, the baby, "Is the sweetest thing on earth." She didn't have to ask me twice.
I had a disturbing dream. I was supposed to interview a man and then write the article before a big event...and forgot. So I was scrambling to try to do so while the event was occurring. I didn't even know the man's name! I awoke relieved and grateful it was only a dream as I was doomed to fail!
What did that mean, Lord?
The one thought that came to me was that I gave too little too late.
Don't let that be the story of my life. Don't let me pass from this life to a new reality, realizing I had missed the boat; I had failed the One who gave me my Great Assignment. Let me live this life victoriously, doing what I was created to do for the Lord with full vigor, delight, optimism, timeliness, and excellence. I do not ever want to stand before Him one day having to admit I gave too little too late.
Pray for us as we minister to the women who carry life and death decisions in their soul today.
For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks intently at his natural face in a mirror. For he looks at himself and goes away and at once forgets what he was like. But the one who looks into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and perseveres, being no hearer who forgets but a doer who acts, he will be blessed in his doing.
Go to the ant, O sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise. Without having any chief, officer, or ruler, she prepares her bread in summer and gathers her food in harvest.