November , 2018

I carry a bulletin in my childhood Bible. I was twelve years old when a Father’s Day bulletin was handed out at my church.

It was the same year my dad discovered his love for alcohol that didn’t end for 35 years. But that love affair with alcohol was replaced with the love and grace of Jesus.

I will always feel grateful for the Thanksgiving none of my adult children could come home. That happened two years ago and changed my perspective on a holiday that focuses on being with family. Not that I didn’t want my family with me. But distance separated us and, for the first time ever, none of my three children would be in Minnesota.

I could choose to feel sad and alone. Or I could choose to do something that would make others happy. Something that would fit the spirit of giving and of gratitude.

This devotional spoke of God’s care and concern so powerfully to me, I could barely speak! That the God of the Universe would care for me when at times I feel diminished by the enormity of life!

I imagine my response is just one of many who experience something similar upon viewing a worship bulletin.