I love the fragrance of a bouquet of lilacs or the scent of a burning vanilla candle. What represents the most delightful fragrance to you? God chose the sweet aroma of burning spices to speak of our prayer and praise.
One day when our daughter Arla was about nine years old, I told her to dust the furniture. Every little bit she was crying or complaining. She bumped her head and her arm, got a splinter in her hand, and then couldn't remember which shelves she had dusted. Frustrated with her, I threatened to punish.
A minister's only child was at the point of death. The doctor informed him and his wife there was no hope their son would live. Their hearts rebelled against God and in their anguish cried out that God was unkind.
My friend Dorothy said she had read someone's suggestion, "Let God love you," and she realized that although she frequently tells God she loves Him, she seldom takes time to receive and enjoy His love.
For years 96-year-old Anna Bebermeyer pleaded with God to close a certain bar in her hometown, Warrenton, Missouri. The devastation it was doing to the people grieved her, so she begged God to remove this influence.
My husband and I had disagreed on an issue, and he had to leave for work before resolving the disagreement. I began devotions confident that I had been right, so I was not anticipating what I recognized as a rebuke to me in Luke 6.
During the four years Nancy lived in the mountains of Vietnam as a single missionary, she read a biography of David Brainerd, a missionary to the American Indians. She became fascinated with his way of communion with God through fasting and prayers. She realized she had a deep longing to know God intimately and so began spending every Saturday on the quiet hills alone with God for meditation and prayer without food.
Laura had a nightly ritual of leaving her husband in bed and crawling onto her couch. It was her way of revenge. The reason for their three-week-old disagreement no longer seemed valid, but she stubbornly held her ground.