Give Them Room to Grow

Give Them Room to Grow

When my children were young, Thursday evenings sometimes meant hamburgers and hot dogs cooked outside on the charcoal grill.

For many years, while serving as a full-time minister, Thursday afternoon was my only regular time off. Those evenings became a small family tradition. We didn’t have one of today’s fancy gas grills. Ours was the old-fashioned kind. It required a bag of charcoal briquets, lighter fluid, kindling, matches, and plenty of patience.

My oldest son enjoyed helping with the cooking. My second son liked helping build the fire. My daughter, still very young, would watch and do what little things she could. My wife would occasionally peek through the window, happy to have an evening off from preparing dinner.

She especially liked that whenever I cooked, I also cleaned up afterward. I washed the dishes, pots, pans, utensils, everything, and then put them in the cabinets.

One Thursday, my youngest son asked if he could prepare the charcoal and light the fire himself.

My first instinct was to say no.

I could already imagine the mess. It would certainly take longer. The bag of charcoal was almost as tall as he was. And somewhere in the back of my mind was the prayer every parent understands:

Lord, please don’t let him set himself on fire.

My wife gave me one of those knowing looks and nodded.

So, reluctantly, I said yes.

First, I sent him to the garage to retrieve the large bag of charcoal. Somehow, he managed to drag it all the way to the grill. Then he went back for the lighter fluid. I showed him how to gather small twigs and dry leaves for kindling.

Because he was too short to comfortably reach the grill, he went inside and brought out a step stool.

He carefully—though not very neatly—poured the charcoal into the grill. His pile was crooked and uneven, with twigs and leaves sticking out around the edges.

Then I told him to take the big bag of charcoal back to the garage.

That part had apparently not been included in his plans.

He wasn’t happy about it, but he did it.

When he returned, he was ready for the lighter fluid. With all the enthusiasm of a five-year-old, he nearly drowned the charcoal in it. Unfortunately, a good portion also ended up on his hands, arms, and clothes.

Everything stopped.

He was even less pleased when I sent him inside to change clothes and wash the lighter fluid off himself. About ten minutes later, he returned—clean, dry, and no longer smelling like a small petroleum refinery.

Then came the moment he had been waiting for.

He tried to strike a match, but his little fingers did not yet have the coordination needed to do it safely. So I found a small branch about a foot long and lit one end.

Together we watched the tiny flame.

Then he carefully placed the burning branch beneath the kindling.

There was a small pop as the fire caught.

He jumped up and down with excitement.

He had done it.

Patience Often Looks Like Taking Longer

His brother soon took his turn. He helped prepare aluminum foil packets with corn on the cob and potatoes. When the coals were ready, he carefully placed the hamburgers, hot dogs, and vegetables on the grill.

He loved turning the foil packets and flipping the burgers. And like many boys, he especially enjoyed the little bursts of flame when hamburger grease dripped onto the hot coals.

Meanwhile, my daughter helped set the table as well as a two-year-old possibly could.

Could I have done everything faster by myself?

Absolutely.

Could I have done it with less mess?

Without question.

But that would have missed the point.

Their beaming faces and growing confidence were worth far more than the extra time.

They were learning that preparing a meal meant more than simply eating it. There was preparation. There was work. There was responsibility. And when the meal was over, there was cleanup and putting everything back where it belonged.

They were learning because someone was willing to let them try.

Someone Needs a Barnabas

The New Testament gives us another picture of patience with someone who was still growing.

In the book of Acts, Paul and Barnabas had a sharp disagreement over a young man named John Mark. Mark had previously left them during their missionary work, and Paul did not want to take him along again.

Barnabas saw things differently.

Barnabas was willing to give the young man another opportunity.

He did not give up on him.

Years later, Paul’s opinion of Mark had clearly changed. Near the end of his life, Paul told Timothy that Mark was useful to him in ministry.

Something had happened along the way.

John Mark had grown.

Someone had been patient with him.

Someone had encouraged him.

Someone had given him another chance.

Barnabas had been willing to invest in a person who was not yet everything he could become.

Remember That People Are Still Growing

Ephesians 4:2 reminds us to walk with humility, gentleness, patience, and love.

“With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering,
forbearing one another in love;

Ephesians 4:2 KJV

That sounds beautiful when we read it.

Living it can be much harder.

Patience means allowing someone to learn when it would be easier to do the job ourselves.

Gentleness means correcting without crushing.

Humility means remembering that we are still learning too.

Love means refusing to judge a person’s future by one mistake, one failure, one bad decision, or one season of immaturity.

Today, those Thursday evening cookouts exist mostly in my memories. My children grew up long ago. My oldest son will soon celebrate his fiftieth birthday. My wife has now been in heaven for eight years.

We don’t gather around that old charcoal grill anymore.

But I can still see those little hands carrying charcoal, arranging kindling, flipping hamburgers, setting the table, and helping wash dishes.

And I am grateful I didn’t always say, “I’ll do it myself.”

Sometimes the greatest gift we can give another person is the opportunity to try.

Someone around you may need that gift today.

A child.

A grandchild.

A young coworker.

A new Christian.

A friend recovering from a failure.

Someone who is trying, learning, stumbling, and growing.

God may have placed you in that person’s life not merely to correct them, but to encourage them.

Not merely to point out what they did wrong, but to patiently show them how to do it better.

Not merely to see who they are today, but to recognize who, by God’s grace, they may someday become.

After all, isn’t that what God continually does for us?

He patiently teaches us.

He gently corrects us.

He forgives us.

He gives us opportunities to grow.

And He never stops working on us.

A Thought for Today

Be patient with people who are still learning. God may be using your encouragement to help shape the person they are becoming.

Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father,

Thank You for the patience, gentleness, and mercy You continually show me. Forgive me for the times I become impatient with people who are still learning, growing, or trying to find their way.

Give me the humility to remember that I still have much to learn myself. Give me the gentleness to correct without discouraging, the patience to teach when it would be easier to do something myself, and the love to give others another opportunity when they stumble.

Open my eyes to the people You place in my path. Help me recognize the child, friend, coworker, family member, or fellow believer who simply needs someone to believe in them.

Make me willing to be a Barnabas. Help me to encourage, guide, forgive, and patiently help others become the people You created them to be.

And when I become discouraged with my own shortcomings, remind me that You are still patiently working in me as well.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

When Success Isn’t Enough: Finding the Way, the Truth, and the Life

When Everything Looked Right—but Something Was Missing

When I was only twenty-three years old, my life changed forever.

I was serving on active duty as a second lieutenant in the United States Army and the Battalion Maintenance Officer, a job normally held by a senior captain. By almost every outward measure, life was good.

I had a beautiful and intelligent wife. Our first child had been born in January of that year. Professionally, things were going extremely well. My maintenance program had received a commendable rating during the annual general inspection, and because of that achievement, I was named an Outstanding Junior Officer in my Army division.

I was ambitious, detail-oriented, competitive, and something of a perfectionist. I worked hard. I wanted to excel. I wanted to do things right.

And yet, underneath all the accomplishments, I knew something was wrong.

There was an emptiness I could not explain.

Beginning during my university years, I had tried many of the things our culture says will bring happiness. I tried drinking, partying, relationships, material possessions, social connections, and surrounding myself with the “right” people.

Some of those things provided temporary enjoyment, but none of them filled the emptiness inside me.

Something was missing.

I just didn’t know what it was.

Discovering That Achievement Cannot Save Us

At the time, I was attending church. There I noticed a group of young men about my age who seemed to possess something I did not have.

There was a peace about them.

They had a sense of direction and purpose that intrigued me. Eventually, I began attending a Bible study with them.

That Bible study helped change the direction of my life.

I began to understand that the Bible was more than an ancient religious book. It was God’s Word—a guide for life that addressed the questions, struggles, failures, hopes, and emptiness of the human heart.

I discovered that I was not here by accident.

God had created me for a purpose.

More importantly, I learned that Jesus Christ loved me and desired a personal relationship with me.

But there was a problem.

Sin separated me from God.

1. I Realized I Had a Sin Problem

The Bible says:

“For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God.”

Romans 3:23

That word all included me.

I had spent much of my young life trying to be successful, disciplined, responsible, and good. But Christianity is not based on whether we are better than somebody else.

It is based on God’s perfect standard.

And no one reaches that standard.

Not even a perfectionist.

I could not save myself simply by trying harder or living what I considered to be a good life.

2. I Learned There Was a Penalty for Sin

Scripture says:

“For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”

Romans 6:23

Sin has consequences.

But notice the second half of that verse.

God offers a gift.

Salvation is not something we purchase, achieve, deserve, or earn. It is something God freely offers through Jesus Christ.

3. I Discovered God’s Incredible Promise

Perhaps no verse summarizes God’s love more clearly than John 3:16:

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,

that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”

 John 3:16

God did not look at humanity’s brokenness and turn away.

He came toward us.

He loved us enough to send His Son.

And that included me.

It includes you too.

4. I Learned God Had Already Made Provision

The Bible explains how we respond to God’s gift:

“That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus,

and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.”

Romans 10:9

The answer was not another achievement.

It wasn’t another promotion.

It wasn’t becoming more religious.

It wasn’t trying harder to become a better person.

It was trusting Jesus Christ.

The Prayer That Changed the Direction of My Life

I reached the place where I understood that I needed Christ.

I prayed a prayer much like this:

“Jesus, I know that I am a sinner. I believe that You died for my sins and rose from the grave so that I might have eternal life with You. I repent of my sins and ask You to come into my heart and life. Take control of my words, thoughts, and actions. I place my trust in You for my salvation. I accept You as my Lord and Savior and receive Your free gift of eternal life. Amen.”

There was nothing magical about the wording of the prayer.

The important thing was the decision of my heart.

I placed my faith in Jesus Christ.

And the direction of my life changed.

What Happened After I Became a Christian?

My life did not suddenly become perfect.

Far from it.

Over the years I have made mistakes. I have made poor decisions. I have failed at times—occasionally miserably.

Becoming a Christian did not make me perfect.

It gave me a Savior.

It gave me direction.

It gave me a foundation.

It gave me Someone to turn to when life became difficult.

The Bible became a source of principles for daily living. Prayer became more than a religious exercise. Faith became something I could carry into marriage, family, career decisions, disappointments, grief, uncertainty, illness, and all the unexpected turns of life.

Most importantly, I learned that I am never truly alone.

The peace I had tried to find through achievement, recognition, relationships, possessions, and experiences could finally be found where it had been all along—in a relationship with Jesus Christ.

Can an Intelligent Person Believe in Christianity?

Sometimes people ask whether an educated, thoughtful, intellectual, or scientifically minded person can believe in God.

Of course they can.

History is filled with scholars, scientists, philosophers, writers, physicians, professors, military leaders, and intellectuals who have believed in God.

Perhaps the more useful question is not, “Can an intelligent person believe?”

Instead, we might ask:

Why have so many intelligent people chosen to believe?

Christian faith does not require us to stop thinking.

God gave us minds and expects us to use them.

Christianity makes extraordinary claims about God, humanity, morality, history, forgiveness, eternity, and the person of Jesus Christ. Those claims deserve thoughtful examination.

Faith and reason need not be enemies.

For me, the journey began by examining what the Bible said about who I was, who God is, and what Jesus Christ had done for me.

Eventually, the question became very personal:

What am I going to do with Jesus?

Jesus Is Still the Answer

Today’s world offers more information than any generation in human history, yet people remain confused about some of life’s most basic questions.

Who am I?

Why am I here?

What gives life meaning?

What happens when I die?

Is there absolute truth?

Can I really know God?

Jesus answered these questions with one of the most remarkable statements in Scripture:

“Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.”

John 14:6 KJV

Notice that Jesus did not merely say He knew the way.

He said:

“I am the way.”

He did not merely claim to teach truth.

He said:

“I am the truth.”

And He did not merely offer advice about how to live.

He said:

“I am the life.”

The Way When You Feel Lost

Life can take unexpected turns.

Careers change.

Relationships change.

Health changes.

People we love leave us.

Plans fail.

Dreams sometimes disappear.

There will be moments when the carefully drawn map of your life no longer seems to make sense.

Jesus says:

I am the way.

You may not know what tomorrow holds, but you can know the One who walks with you into tomorrow.

The Truth When the World Is Confusing

We live in a culture filled with competing voices.

Everyone seems to have an opinion about truth, morality, happiness, success, identity, and purpose.

Opinions change.

Cultural standards change.

Popular ideas come and go.

But God’s Word remains.

Jesus says:

I am the truth.

When doubts surround you, return to His Word.

When the voices of the world become confusing, listen again to the voice of Christ.

His truth becomes an anchor for the mind and heart.

The Life When Your Heart Feels Empty

At twenty-three, I had many of the things I thought should make a person happy.

Yet something was missing.

Success could not fill the emptiness.

Recognition could not fill it.

Relationships could not completely fill it.

Possessions could not fill it.

Experiences could not fill it.

Jesus could.

He still can.

Jesus says:

I am the life.

The deepest hunger of the human soul is not ultimately satisfied by what we accomplish, accumulate, possess, or experience.

We were created to know God.

You Do Not Have to Earn Your Way to God

Maybe you have spent much of your life trying to be good enough.

Successful enough.

Religious enough.

Generous enough.

Respectable enough.

Accomplished enough.

But salvation is not a medal awarded for achievement.

It is a gift received by faith.

Jesus already opened the door.

Scripture says:

“For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.”
Romans 10:13

That word whosoever includes you.

Three Things to Remember Today

1. Success cannot satisfy the deepest need of the soul.
Accomplishments are wonderful, but they were never designed to replace a relationship with God.

2. You do not have to become perfect before coming to Jesus.
You come to Christ because you are not perfect. Salvation is God’s gift of grace, not a reward for flawless living.

3. Jesus offers direction, truth, purpose, and eternal life.
When the world leaves you uncertain about which road to follow, remember His words: “I am the way, the truth, and the life.”

How About You?

Have you ever personally placed your faith in Jesus Christ?

Not simply attended church.

Not merely believed that God exists.

Not merely tried to live a good life.

Have you trusted Christ as your Savior?

That was the decision I faced as a young Army officer many years ago.

Everything on the outside looked successful.

But God knew what was missing on the inside.

Maybe today He is speaking to you about the same thing.

You can come to Him exactly where you are.

A Prayer of Faith

Lord Jesus, I know that I have sinned and cannot save myself. I believe You died for my sins and rose again. I turn from trusting in myself and place my faith in You. Forgive me, guide me, and become the Lord of my life. Thank You for being the Way when I am lost, the Truth when I am confused, and the Life my soul needs. Help me walk with You each day and trust You with both this life and eternity.

Amen.

Today’s Thought

You may spend years searching for purpose through achievement, possessions, relationships, education, status, or success only to discover that the deepest need of the human heart cannot be filled by something.

It can only be filled by Someone.

His name is Jesus.

“And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.”

Jeremiah 29:13 KJV

Written by Jimmie Aaron Kepler, Ed.D. Shared under a Creative Commons Attribution (CC BY) license. You are welcome to share or adapt it provided proper credit is given to the author. 

The Last Cup

There is a particular kind of silence that hangs over an office break room around two in the afternoon. Everybody’s running on the fumes of lunch, and the coffee pot sits there like a small, sacred machine holding the rest of the day together.

My Story

I have stood in front of that pot more times than I can count, staring down into it, watching that last half inch of coffee swirl like it’s got something to say. Just enough for one more cup. Just enough for me. And if I pour it, that’s it. Pot’s empty. Filter’s cold and used up in the trash. I walk back to my desk three minutes richer and never think about it again.

Or I don’t.

There’s another way to stand in that room. You look at that half cup and you think about whoever’s coming in behind you, some tired soul who’s had a morning worse than yours, who was counting on that same pot the same way you were. And something in you says, leave it. Pour a new one. Wipe the counter down while it drips, and walk away without telling a soul you did it.

Nobody hands out medals for a fresh pot of coffee. Nobody’s writing your name on a plaque in the break room. That’s exactly the point. It’s a small enough thing that it costs you something real, your own three minutes, your own small comfort, and it’s also small enough that you could walk right past the moment and never notice you’d failed it.

I think that’s where most of us live, somewhere between the two responses, not cruel, just hurried. Just looking out for our own cup first, the way most everybody does, the way the world kind of trains you to. Nothing evil in it. Just narrow. Just small.

Scripture

“Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.” Philippians 2:3 (KJV)

Paul didn’t write to the Philippians about coffee pots, of course. He wrote about a Savior who had every right in heaven to keep what was His, and instead poured Himself out to the very last drop for people who never asked Him to. He didn’t hold His hands over His own portion. He walked into the empty room of our need and filled it, and then He wiped the counter down and told nobody to make a fuss over it.

That’s the strange math of grace. It doesn’t announce itself. It shows up in the little decisions nobody’s grading you on, the ones only you and God will ever know about. A fresh pot of coffee. A kind word held back when a sharp one would’ve felt better. A little patience spent on someone who wasn’t even watching.

Most days I fail that test in ways too small to notice and never atone for. But every now and then, standing in front of that half-empty pot, something quiet in me remembers who filled the pot for me first. And I brew a new one.

Prayer

Lord, soften the hurried places in me today. Let me see past my own cup to the ones who are coming in behind me, tired and thirsty in ways I may never know. Give me a heart low enough to notice small chances at grace, and the humility to take them without needing anyone to see. Amen.

Written by Jimmie Aaron Kepler, Ed.D. Shared under a Creative Commons Attribution (CC BY) license. You are welcome to share or adapt it provided proper credit is given to the author.

The Better Choice

The Better Choice

Rachel had the whole weekend mapped out before her old college friends even packed their bags. Linens washed, flowers cut, a dinner planned down to the last dish. She wanted it perfect, the way she wanted most things.

Her sister Amanda showed up to help and got handed a list before she’d shed her coat.

Then the women arrived, tired from the road and loud with laughter, and something in the living room shifted. Nicole told stories nobody remembered right. Jennifer pulled up old photographs. Melissa talked about aging parents and marriages that had worn thin in places and dreams that hadn’t died, just gone quiet. Marie shared how her husband had left her for a younger woman.

Amanda set her phone face down on the table and stayed.

Rachel ran the kitchen alone. Sauce boiling over, a missing ingredient, her phone buzzing like a hive. She could hear the laughter over the kitchen island. She could see her sister sitting easy among the guests, and something hard and tired rose up in her.

She came out in her apron, spoon in hand, and said what tired people say.

The room went quiet. Nicole touched Amanda’s arm and told Rachel gently that nobody came for a perfect table. Jennifer offered to order pizza. Melissa already had the schedule on her phone. Marie smiled.

Rachel looked at the room. The meal unfinished, the list still long, and four women she’d loved for twenty years sitting right there, telling the truth to each other.

She took off the apron. Silenced the phone. Sat down beside her sister.

Dinner came late and simple. Nobody minded.

Scripture

“But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.” Luke 10:42, KJV from the story of Mary and Martha found in the Bible, the gospel of Luke (Luke 10:38–42), where Jesus visits the home of two sisters in a village.

Reflection

Rachel wasn’t doing anything wrong. Martha wasn’t either. Jesus never scolded her for the work. He named what the work had cost her: she’d grown worried, distracted, resentful. The serving had eaten the peace right out of her.

That’s the trouble with good things. They don’t announce themselves as thieves. They just quietly take the seat meant for something better.

Mary chose to sit down and listen. That choice still costs something now. A phone left face down. A few dishes left in the sink. The nerve to believe the world won’t end if the list stays unfinished a while longer.

There’s always another task waiting like a dog at the door. But some moments only pass through once. A friend across the table. An evening with family. A quiet minute with God. The better choice isn’t doing more. It’s stopping long enough to notice who’s already in the room.

Prayer

Heavenly Father,
My days fill up fast with tasks and noise, and even my good work can turn to worry in my hands. Teach me to set it down when it’s time. Let me be as present with You and with those I love as I am busy for them. Give me the sense to choose peace over perfection, and never let my serving crowd out the sitting still. 

In Jesus’ name, 
Amen.

When Money Promises More Than It Can Give

The Life Jessica Thought She Wanted

I have known Jessica since she was a girl of four, barefoot in her mama’s yard, telling anybody who’d listen about the house she was going to have one day. Biggest one on the block, she said. A pool shaped like the state of Texas and a car with a name too fancy for a child to pronounce right. Most kids dream in crayon. Jessica dreamed in blueprints.

She grew up and went and got it too. The right school, the right sorority, a young lawyer for a husband who’d passed the bar the same summer she did her hair different for the wedding photos. But when he took a job defending folks who couldn’t pay him, she looked at him different. Called it a lack of ambition. Filed the papers before the ink dried on their first anniversary card.

Two years later she married a cardiologist, a good man raising two kids from a marriage that hadn’t worked out either. “He can provide,” she told her sister, like she was reading off a spec sheet. “I like him fine. Reckon I’ll grow to love him over time.”

For a stretch of years it looked like she’d won. The mansion sat up on the hill like a promise kept. The car in the driveway caught the morning sun just right. She had a membership card that opened doors most people never even see.

Then somewhere past forty, the process server showed up at that big front door with papers in his hand. Her husband had found somebody younger, thirty years old, and decided the vows were negotiable after all.

The mansion went the way mansions go when the marriage does. Jessica found herself in a little apartment, dusting off a resume ten years old, doing arithmetic on the kitchen table late at night. Car lease. Rent. Club dues she was too proud to cancel. A trip to the resort at St. John in the US Virgin Islands already paid for that she couldn’t back out of without everybody asking why.

Everything she’d built her peace on turned out to be sand the whole time. She just hadn’t waded out far enough yet to feel it move.

Scripture for Today

“Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” – Hebrews 13:5 (KJV)

The Trap of Trusting in Wealth

Now I want to be careful here, because money itself never asked to be the villain. It puts groceries on the table and a roof over a family and it can do a world of good in a hurting world if you let it. The trouble starts when money quits being a tool and starts being an identity. When it’s not just what’s in your pocket anymore but what you think you’re worth.

That kind of hunger never eats a full meal. There’s always a bigger house down the road, a S-class to replace your E-class Mercedes in somebody else’s driveway, a neighborhood with a nicer yard art. You can chase that horizon your whole life and die still running toward it.

And here’s the cruel joke of it. The very things we buy for comfort end up costing us our rest. We lie awake guarding what we own instead of enjoying what we’ve been given. What was supposed to set us free starts locking the doors from the inside.

Money can buy a lot of comfort. It has never once bought permanence. It cannot promise a marriage will hold, or a heart will heal, or a person will stay through the hard seasons. Only one voice in this world has ever made that promise and kept it.

The Wealth That Cannot Be Taken Away

Hebrews doesn’t just tell us to quit coveting like that’s some kind of discipline we can white-knuckle our way through. It hands us the reason underneath it. God said, “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” That’s not a suggestion for better living. That’s bedrock.

Being content doesn’t mean you stop working or stop dreaming or stop trying to do better for your family. It means your joy quits living and dying by what’s sitting in your driveway or your bank account.

A small apartment with peace in it beats a mansion with dread creeping through every hallway. A modest car driven without fear of losing it beats a luxury one that’s really just a nice cage.

Real wealth is knowing Somebody stays when everything else packs up and leaves. Jobs end. People we love disappoint us, sometimes on purpose. Money comes in like the tide and goes right back out again just as fast. Possessions wear thin, the money for international dream vacations runs out, and the invitations stop coming eventually, every single time.

But God stays. That part never changes.

Peace shows up the day we stop asking dollars to do a job only the Lord was ever built to do. When we trust Him instead, we find out what freedom actually tastes like. Contentment that isn’t for sale, and can’t be repossessed either.

Three Takeaways

  1. Ask yourself honestly what your peace is really standing on. Is it God, or is it your paycheck, your title, your address?
  2. Practice thanks today, right where you are. Don’t wait for the next thing to arrive before you’re grateful for what’s already in your hands.
  3. Remember what can’t be taken. Houses burn, cars wreck, and marriages sometimes end even when we did our best. God’s presence and His promises are the one inheritance nobody can repossess.

Prayer

Father,
Forgive me for the times I put my trust in money and things instead of You. Teach me gratitude for what I already hold in my hands. Remind me, on the hard nights especially, that You promised never to leave me nor forsake me, and that Your word has never once come back void.
Amen.

 

Finding Peace in the Right Now

The Woman Who Was Waiting for Tomorrow

There is a particular kind of tired that has nothing to do with sleep. Addy knew it well. She sat at her desk one afternoon with a spreadsheet glowing in front of her, numbers lined up neat as tombstones, and she could not have told you a single figure on it. Her mind had wandered off somewhere down the road, chasing a life that had not happened yet.

She ran the list the way folks do when they are dissatisfied and do not quite know why. The job paid too little and asked too much. The apartment had grown smaller every year without changing size. The savings account looked thin under the light. Friends who used to know her secrets now only knew her weather, fine, busy, hanging in there. And the man she loved, the one whose coffee she still made every morning, had gone quiet on the subject of forever.

She had a sentence she repeated to herself so often it had worn smooth, like a stone carried in a pocket. If I could just get the promotion. If we could just move somewhere better. If he would just ask me to marry him. When I finish my MBA. Then I could be happy.

Happiness kept its address just around the next corner. It always does, for people like Addy. For people like most of us.

The Cross-Stitch on Grandma’s Wall

One evening she drove out to see her grandmother, the way she did every few weeks out of duty more than desire, if she was honest. The house smelled the way it always had, coffee and cedar and something like the past. On the wall hung an old cross-stitch, the fabric gone the color of weak tea, the thread soft with fifty years of dust. The words had not faded, though. Words like that rarely do.

Her grandmother had lived in that same small house through every kind of weather life can throw at a person. She had buried a husband. She had counted out grocery money at the end of hard months. She had outlived most of the friends who once sat at her table. And yet there was something steady in her, something Addy had been hunting for in all the wrong corners of the future. A quiet joy that did not depend on the circumstances lining up right.

Her grandmother’s life had never been perfect. Her peace had never asked it to be.

Addy sat with that a long while, longer than she meant to. She began to see that she had spent years chasing a mirage, waiting for her circumstances to get good enough before she would allow herself to feel grateful. While she kept her eyes fixed on some better tomorrow, she had been walking right past the mercies God had already laid at her feet today.

Contentment, she came to understand, was not a place you finally arrive at once every piece falls into line. It was a choice you make in the room you are standing in right now.

God may still change things. He may open doors nobody expected, mend what has been broken, or carry a person into a whole new season. But we are not required to put our peace in storage until He does. We can trust Him with the waiting and still live wide awake in the present.

What Scripture Says

Paul wrote from a prison cell, of all places, when he said:

“Not that I speak in respect of want:

for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.”

Philippians 4:11, KJV

A man in chains, teaching the rest of us about freedom.

Three Things Worth Carrying With You

Contentment is learned, not handed to you. Paul did not say he was born easy in his own skin. He said he learned it. Contentment is not a lucky temperament some people are dealt at birth like a good hand of cards. It is a discipline, built one day at a time by trusting God through whatever season you happen to be standing in. You practice it the way you practice anything, by noticing His goodness on purpose, by saying thank you before you feel like it, and by refusing to let what is missing drown out what has already been given.

Your circumstances do not get to run the show. Real contentment is not pretending the hard things do not hurt. It is refusing to hand those hard things the keys to your peace. Whether the season is full or lean, whether you are surrounded or you are lonesome, the deepest kind of joy does not come from how things are going. It comes from knowing whose you are.

The word “next” will wear you out if you let it. The next promotion. The next relationship. The next move, the next milestone, the next answered prayer, and then, finally, you tell yourself, you will be happy. But there is always another next waiting behind the one you just reached. That road does not end. Peace begins the day you quit postponing your life and plant your feet in the ground you are standing on right now.

You may not have everything you are asking God for. But He has not left the room. His grace has not run dry. His goodness has not clocked out for the day.

Do not miss today while you are busy waiting on tomorrow.

A Prayer for Contentment

Dear Lord,

I confess I have been restless more often than I would like to admit, dissatisfied with the very ground You have set me on. I have let worries about my work, my money, my relationships, and my future steal a peace that was never theirs to take.

Forgive me for keeping such a careful count of what I lack, and such a poor one of what You have already given.

Teach me the secret Paul knew from that cell. Help me trust Your timing instead of my own impatience. Help me see Your goodness even in the plain, unremarkable middle of an ordinary day. Let my satisfaction rest in You, not in whatever changes I am still hoping for. Give me the sense to keep working toward what is good without making my joy wait on the outcome.

Help me live grateful and faithful in the life You have actually given me. Not the one I keep imagining. This one, right here, right now.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

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Written by Jimmie Aaron Kepler, Ed.D. Shared under a Creative Commons Attribution (CC BY) license. You are welcome to share or adapt it provided proper credit is given to the author.

Are You Lonely?

 Never Truly Alone

There’s a bench outside the old courthouse in a county seat town I won’t bother naming, because it could be any town, and you have probably passed one just like it. It sits under an oak that’s seen more funerals than weddings, and for years it was the busiest seat in the county. Four or five old boys would gather there most every afternoon. Coffee in paper cups. Complaints about the heat. Arguments settled that never needed settling in the first place. It was church without the steeple, and confession without the booth.

Then time did what time does. It took its cut.

One man moved off to live near his daughter. Another got sick and stopped coming, and then stopped altogether. A couple of them are buried now, out past the edge of town where the grass grows a little wilder. The rest got swallowed up by grandchildren and doctor’s appointments and the slow drift that happens to everybody sooner or later.

So there came a day when the last one of them sat on that bench by himself. Alone with the empty spaces where his friends used to be.

A young preacher walked by one afternoon and stopped, the way young preachers do when they see an old man sitting still. “Doesn’t it get lonely,” he asked, “sitting here by yourself?”

The old man looked down the bench at all that nobody sitting beside him. He took his time answering, the way a man does when he’s already made peace with the question.

“Some days it surely does,” he said. “But every morning before I leave the house, I ask the Lord to walk with me. Folks don’t always have the time to sit down next to an old man. But God has never once failed to show up.”

 The Promise Underneath the Silence

I keep coming back to that man on the bench, because I think most of us know exactly what that empty seat feels like.

Sometimes people leave all at once, with a slammed door or a hard word. More often they just fade, the way a radio station fades the further you drive from town. The calls get shorter. The invitations quit coming. A message sits there unanswered long enough that you stop expecting a reply. Folks who once swore they’d stand by you get busy standing somewhere else.

Scripture doesn’t dress this up or pretend it away. It just answers it plain. Hebrews 13:5 puts the promise in words simple enough for a child and deep enough to hold a grown man up: 

“I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” Hebrews 13:5

God never promised us that people would stay. He never promised that every friendship would hold its shape or that every chair at the table would stay filled. What He promised was bigger than any of that. He promised Himself. Not the fair weather kind of presence, but the kind that sits down next to you in the empty places and doesn’t get up.

When the house goes quiet in a way it never used to, He’s there.

When the phone stops ringing the way it once did, He’s there.

When your own family looks at you like they can’t quite make sense of what you’re carrying, He’s there.

Loneliness has a voice, and it likes to whisper that nobody’s coming. But the old promise answers back quieter and steadier every time: “I am still here.”

You won’t always feel it. Feeling isn’t the measure of it. The same God who carried you through yesterday’s grief is the one waiting in today’s silence, and He’ll be the one walking you into tomorrow, whether you can feel His footsteps or not.

People come, and people go. That’s just the nature of a life lived among other broken folks doing their best. But God stays. That part never changes.

 Three Things Worth Carrying Home

  1. Your loneliness is not proof of abandonment. A quiet season isn’t the same as an empty one. God does some of His deepest work in the silence, teaching a man to listen for a presence he’d stopped noticing.
  2. People will fail you. God’s faithfulness won’t. Don’t let another person’s absence set the measure for God’s love. His word doesn’t bend just because a relationship did.
  3. Your lonely season might be somebody else’s answered prayer. Once you’ve sat on that bench by yourself, you start noticing who else is sitting there too. A phone call, a short message, an open seat at your table, these things carry more weight than we ever give them credit for.

 A Prayer for the Quiet Places

Heavenly Father, 

Some days this loneliness sits heavier on me than I know how to carry. I confess I’ve let the silence of other people convince me I’d been forgotten.

Thank You for the promise that You will never leave me nor forsake me. Help me feel Your presence in the quiet rooms of my life. When friends or family drift further than I’d like, remind me that my worth was never tied to who stays and who walks away. Heal whatever’s been wounded in me by rejection and by disappointment.

Give me courage enough to reach toward somebody else. Give me the wisdom to build relationships that can bear real weight, and the eyes to notice the ones sitting alone on their own version of that bench. Walk with me today, Lord, close enough that even in the silence, I know You’re there.

In Jesus’ name, 
Amen.

Written by Jimmie Aaron Kepler, Ed.D. This original inspirational thought is shared under a Creative Commons Attribution (CC BY) license. You are welcome to share or adapt it for the purpose of spreading God’s message, provided proper credit is given to the author.

Keep Pressing Forward

The Street She Didn’t Choose

She walked alone down a street slick with rain, the kind of evening where the whole city turns to glass. Storefronts bled gold and red into the puddles. A trolley wire hummed somewhere overhead, and a bus rolled by throwing light across the wet stone like a slow firework going off in reverse. She had her khaki colored raincoat pulled close, umbrella pointing into the wind and rain, not for the rain exactly, but because a woman walking through a city at dusk learns to hold herself like she means it.

Nobody watching her would have known what kind of day she’d had. The mistake she was still carrying. The habit she thought she’d broken again showing back up like an old debt. The conversation she’d rehearsed and still botched. From the outside she just looked like a woman walking. Inside, she was doing the harder thing. She was choosing, step by step, not to quit.

That is most of what faith looks like once you strip away the stained glass and the hymnals. It looks like putting one foot after the other on a street you didn’t choose, in weather you didn’t ask for, with no guarantee the next block will be any easier than the last.

What Paul Knew About Unfinished Roads

Paul knew that walk. He said flat out he hadn’t arrived yet. Man had seen visions, planted churches, been knocked off his horse by the Almighty Himself, and he still said, “I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.” What he had, though, was a direction. Forgetting what’s behind. Reaching for what’s ahead. Not because the past didn’t happen, but because the past doesn’t get to drive.

That woman on the wet street isn’t pretending the day went well. She isn’t rewriting what happened. She’s just refusing to let it be the last word. There’s a difference between denial and forward motion, and most of us confuse the two until life teaches us better.

The Light Further Down the Block

Maybe today your progress feels like nothing more than a few damp footprints on a sidewalk nobody’s watching. A whispered prayer while you wait on a light to change. A kindness offered when you had every excuse not to. One temptation turned down in a moment you figured you’d fail. It doesn’t look like much from a distance. It rarely does.

But grace has a long memory for the small things. It counts what you can’t see yourself counting. The woman doesn’t need applause from the street. She needs only to keep walking toward the light further down, however far off it seems, however many blocks of rain stand between here and there.

Paul said it plain:

“Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal.” Philippians 3:13 to 14.

Paul hadn’t arrived either. He just refused to let yesterday drive.

Don’t measure tonight by how far the street still stretches. Measure it by how far grace has already walked you.

Three Takeaways

  1. Release the past. Say it out loud to God if you have to. Let it be forgiven, and let it stop steering.
  2. Recognize your progress. Name one place, however small, where you’re further along than you were.
  3. Take the next step. Pick one plain act of faith you can do before the day closes out.

Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father, thank You for walking with me through every mistake, delay, and disappointment. Forgive me for dwelling on the past and comparing my road to somebody else’s. Help me remember this journey is in Your hands, not mine to measure. Give me courage to rise when I stumble, patience when the going is slow, and faith enough to keep pressing toward the purpose You’ve set ahead of me. Fix my eyes on Jesus and steady my steps down whatever street You have me walking tonight. In Jesus’ name, amen.

Written by: This original inspirational thought written by Jimmie Aaron Kepler, Ed.D. is shared under a Creative Commons Attribution (CC BY) license. You are free to share and adapt it for the purpose of sharing God’s message, provided proper credit is given to the author. 

Come and Rest

Come and Rest

I know a man who used to fall asleep sitting up in his recliner, television going, boots still on, and wake up three hours later more tired than when he sat down. He’d tell me about it like it was a mystery he couldn’t crack. “I slept,” he’d say, “but I didn’t rest.” There’s a difference, and most of us have lived inside that difference longer than we’d like to admit.

You can lie down in a quiet house and still hear the noise. Bills stacked on the counter. A diagnosis you haven’t told anybody about yet. A grown child who won’t call back. The mind keeps working the night shift even after the body’s clocked out. I’ve laid there myself, staring at a ceiling fan going around and around, doing the math on troubles that don’t add up no matter how many times you run the numbers.

Jesus knew about that kind of tired. Not the kind a vacation fixes.

He said it plain, in Matthew 11:28:

“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
Matthew 11:28

He didn’t say straighten up first. He didn’t say solve it, then come. He just said come, the way you’d call a dog in from the rain, not caring how muddy he is.

An Invitation, Not a Chore List

There’s something almost scandalous about how simple that invitation is. We’re used to being told to earn our rest, to work ourselves into deserving it. But Jesus doesn’t hand out a checklist. He doesn’t ask what you’ve done to deserve the load being lifted. He just opens the door and says come as you are.

That’s personal. Not a philosophy, not good advice from a wise teacher. He’s not selling a technique. He’s offering Himself, the way an old friend offers his shoulder without asking you to explain the whole story first.

Whatever you’re hauling around, the health scare, the money that won’t stretch far enough, the decision you keep circling like a buzzard that won’t land, the grief that shows up uninvited at strange hours, He’s not asking you to set it down somewhere else before you walk toward Him. Bring it. Bring all of it.

Rest That Doesn’t Wait for the Problem to Leave

Now here’s the part folks get wrong sometimes. They think rest means the trouble disappears, poof, like a magic trick. Sometimes it does. More often, in my experience, it doesn’t work quite like that. His rest shows up as peace sitting right in the middle of the unresolved thing. It shows up as just enough strength for the next step, not the whole staircase. It shows up as a quiet knowing, somewhere down in your chest, that you’re not hauling this alone anymore, even if the load itself hasn’t gotten lighter yet.

I think of a fella carrying a heavy suitcase through an airport, and somebody comes alongside and takes the other handle. The suitcase weighs the same. But it doesn’t feel the same. That’s closer to what this rest is. You don’t have to pretend you’re strong today. You don’t have to fix your face before you come. You just have to come.

Takeaways

  1. Come to Jesus as you are. Don’t wait until you’ve got yourself sorted out. Bring the weariness, the confusion, the fear, the questions nobody’s answered yet, straight to Him, muddy boots and all.
  2. Release what you were never built to carry alone. Some weights belong in God’s hands, not balanced on your own back. Prayer is where we let go of the handle and trust Him with where the road leads.
  3. Receive His rest one day at a time. He may not show you the whole map. But He’ll give you enough light for today’s stretch of road, and that’s usually all a tired traveler really needs.

Prayer

Heavenly Father,

I come to You today weary from the load I’ve been carrying. You already know every worry, every fear, every duty, every quiet ache tucked down in my heart where nobody else can see it.

Forgive me for trying to shoulder it all myself. Help me let go of what I was never meant to control, and trust You with what I can’t understand.

Lord Jesus, still my racing thoughts and fill that space with Your peace instead. Give rest to my mind, strength to my tired body, and new hope to my worn-down spirit. Remind me I’m not walking this road by myself, and that Your grace is enough for whatever I’m facing.

Teach me to walk through this day beside You, one step, one mile marker, at a time.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

 

The Brother I Never Had to Ask For

From left to right Julia Hall, Jimmie Kepler, Les Hall, Benita Kepler. Photo taken by Shahrzad Bacon at JGs Old Fashioned Hamburgers, Dallas, Texas, USA in 2012.

The Brother I Never Had to Ask For

There’s a kind of friend the Bible calls a brother, not by blood, but by the miles he’s willing to walk beside you. I had one like that. Still do.

Where It Began

I met Les Hall back in the late 1990s, two middle-aged men fixing other people’s computer trouble on the same IT support desk, the kind of job that teaches you patience whether you want it or not. We started eating lunch together most every day, nothing fancy, just two men trading stories over a plate lunch. That’s usually how the real friendships start. Not with some grand gesture. Just showing up, day after day, until one day you look up and realize this fellow has become family.

“A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.” Proverbs 17:17 KJV

Proverbs wrote that a long time before Les and I ever sat down at a lunch counter, but it might as well have been written about him.

When It Mattered Most

When my father passed, Les was there. When my wife got sick with the cancer that would eventually take her, through the surgeries, through the long slow grief of caregiving, he stood beside me. He was at both funerals. He didn’t send a card and disappear. He stayed.

He was there through my own share of hospital hallways too. A stroke landed me in coronary care back in 2000, and a bad heart brought me right back in 2003 and 2004. When I went in for a heart catheterization, Les stayed with my wife while she waited on word. He was there when they took out my gall bladder, there for both hernia repairs, there again for the rotator cuff surgery. A man doesn’t sign up for that kind of loyalty. He just gives it, quietly, because that’s who he is.

When my daughter and her family needed to move into my house for what turned into five years, Les didn’t just wish me luck getting the place ready. He showed up in his work clothes and got to work.

When his own wife passed, I got to return the favor, just being there, the way he’d been there for me. That’s what real friendship is. It isn’t a one-way debt. It’s two men taking turns carrying what’s too heavy to carry alone.

What Endures

These days Les still helps me around the house, almost every Wednesday. Every fall when I head out on a month long or longer vacation, he watches the place like it’s his own, house sitting for me. 

We’ve traveled together, laughed together, and sat with each other through more hospital waiting rooms and funeral homes than either of us would have chosen. 

Started on an IT help desk. Turned into one of the finest gifts God ever handed me.

If you’ve got a friend like that, a Les Hall in your life, don’t wait for a funeral to tell him what he means to you. Tell him today, over lunch, the way it started.

Three Take Aways

  1. Show up, don’t just say sorry. Words of comfort matter, but presence is what people remember. Sit in the waiting room. Stand at the graveside. Let your body say what your words can’t.
  2. Keep no ledger. A friendship built on keeping score won’t last through the hard seasons. Give what you can when you can, and trust that the giving and the receiving will even out over a lifetime.
  3. Say the thank you now. Don’t wait for a eulogy to tell a faithful friend what he means to you. Tell him over a plate lunch, while he can still hear it and you can still say it.

A Prayer

Heavenly Father, thank You for the gift of a faithful friend. Thank You for the ones who show up in the hospital hallway, who sit with a grieving spouse, who show up in work clothes ready to carry a load without being asked.

Thank You for Les, for every surgery and every funeral and every ordinary Wednesday lunch that built a friendship strong enough to hold both our sorrows. Teach me to be that kind of friend to someone else. Remind me to say thank you while there’s still time to say it.

In Jesus’ name, 
Amen.

The photo is of Les and his later wife Julia, me when my hair was still workplace short and my late wife Miss Benita. The wives are seated across from us to help you recognize who’s whose.