Healing Touch

Sometimes the timing of things makes me stop and just smile. This week on my way into town I spotted a bald eagle swooping around near the ground. Just as I passed by, the eagle pinned down a pheasant, grabbed the hen’s body with its talons and took flight. Pretty incredible timing! The same was true last week as I read Mike’s article in the Archive. As I read about Dr. Pimple Popper’s “mashed potato” moment I both gagged and remembered what I had read in my morning devotions a few days prior. Leviticus 13 and 14 is full of God’s very detailed instructions to Israel of what is clean and unclean in regards to their skin afflictions and diseases. It’s not for the faint of heart and the reason I skipped breakfast that morning!

The Bible reading plan I follow takes me through a variety of selections from both the Old and New Testament each morning. My recent Leviticus readings have included several topics and instructions God gave the Israelites while they were wandering in the desert. It has been interesting watching these same instructions tie into the culture of the New Testament as I read through them each day.

I was particularly struck when I read about the woman who needed healing in Mark 5. Jesus had been called by a distressed Father whose daughter was very sick and near death. The man begged Jesus to come quick and heal his daughter so she would live. (vs. 23) Being swarmed by a large crowd, Jesus agrees to follow the man. As he turns to go, Jesus feels someone touch his coat. When he asks the question, “Who touched my clothes?” (vs. 30) the followers thought he was crazy saying, “Who touched you? Look at all these people around you. Yet you wonder who has touched you? Seriously?” (my paraphrase from vs. 31). I don’t know about you, but I like my own space – my own personal bubble if you will. Jesus didn’t seem to mind, or perhaps even notice, the crowd pushing against him. The only contact he felt was the power of faith touching his coat.

The fifteenth chapter of Leviticus would reveal to us this woman was unclean due to her condition. This nameless lady had been bleeding for twelve years and would have likely been separated from everyone for that time. Twelve years is a long time to be alone, likely without any kind of financial support. Yet she had a hunch if she could just reach out and touch Jesus’ coat hem she would be healed.

The amazing part of this story for me that morning was not the healing. It was the idea that the woman didn’t let the “clean” crowd block her view of the Savior. There were years in my life where I didn’t feel clean and therefore didn’t think I could get near Jesus. What faith she had!

I also think we as Christians can innocently get caught up in our cleanliness of doing good and church busyness that it causes us to miss those who are desperately seeking Jesus; ultimately blocking their view of the Savior. May that not be so of us, friends. We were all dirty and unclean from our sin at one point in our life. Yet we reached out in faith, knowing we had no other choice than to trust, and grab hold of the hem of our Savior’s robe. Instead may we be more like Jesus who was always on a mission but always aware of the needs around him. May we ourselves reach out to those we encounter and help them step forward in faith to find the healing touch of their Savior.

Becky Ossefoort


Like a Child

We made it! The Polar Vortex of 2019 has passed and the sun is out – at least until next week’s forecasted snowfall. You know what they say, “If you don’t like the weather, just wait a day.”  I was one of the lucky ones who were able to stay indoors and work from my dining room table during the bitter cold. My husband and oldest son were out in the elements keeping the livestock happy. Other than coming in and commenting the obvious, “It’s really cold out there!” they didn’t say too much about it. On Thursday morning I had to remind Evan to zip up his coat before heading out. He seemed completely oblivious to the cold temperature on the other side of the threshold. Even with my coat fully zipped and mittens on, I had to give myself a pep talk just to open the door!

A friend of mine stopped by my office this week and commented that she saw some younger kids running down the sidewalk without any gloves on and coats hanging wide open. “How do they do that” she asked. I assured her I wasn’t sure either, but kids seem pretty resilient to extreme temps. I’m sure we’ve all commented on the fact that kids don’t seem as easily chilled as we adults. Kids can play outside in the snow for hours in soaking wet snow pants and gloves and not think twice about it. All I have to say about it is, “Brrrrrr!”

The innocence of a child is pretty special. I am fortunate to experience this innocence both at home and here at church on a weekly basis. Watching children learn about the world around them is great, but there is nothing more exciting than watching them learn about their Savior. As they sit and listen to what the  teacher is saying you can almost see the gears in their mind turning. It is such a wonderful feeling within the soul to observe them drinking in the information and believing it without question. Something us adults could all take a lesson from; just simply listen, trust, and believe. No questions, no reasoning, and no arguing otherwise.

The gospels speak about this childlike faith and instruct us adults to take note. The disciples had been arguing about unimportant issues and lost sight of what really mattered. “3[Jesus said to them], ‘Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. 5And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.’” (Matt. 18:3-5)

When Jesus spoke of becoming like a child, he wasn’t speaking of their maturity, but rather their humble and sincere hearts. The disciples had become so preoccupied with the things and statuses of this world that they had lost sight of the Kingdom of God. May the same not be so of us; rather may we humbly look at a child’s faith in awe and in wonder as we seek to serve our Great Master with full dependency on him. Let’s throw off the gloves and unzip our winter jacket and experience all that God has for us.

Becky Ossefoort



One day back in mid-November, my sister and I were discussing our parent’s Christmas gift. Each year we try to give them something fun, but meaningful. Sometimes the gifting options seem endless and it can be hard to pick, other years the gift plans get a little goofy, and some years there just simply are no ideas. This year we were struggling a bit when we remembered the home video tapes from our childhood. Mom and Dad have talked about updating the old tapes those memories are stored on before the last VCR known to man does not work anymore. The moment it was said we knew this would be the gift for them and could not wait to see their faces when they opened their package at Christmas. Our first step would be to find the tapes and after a few frantic attempts to dig through mom’s storage room without getting caught, my sister located them. Next, I contacted the smartest computer guy I know to figure out how to best get the tapes transferred to digital format so they could be enjoyed for years to come. It all sounded easy enough so I got started on the process.

All-in-all it was pretty simple to transfer the tapes. My mom is organized and the tapes were labeled with dates, so it took very little time to get things in order. However, I knew shortly after beginning the actual recording process it would not be a quick task. To accomplish this undertaking, and keep things neatly organized, I would have to take the time to watch each segment as it copied. Not all was lost, because it really was a lot of fun watching myself as a child and being reminded of some of our family memories and trips, but especially seeing how everyone has changed.

I was in the middle of enjoying one of our church’s Christmas Programs when I noticed several faces of men and women who have since passed away. Many who were at one time teachers or leaders in my spiritual walk. Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the lessons they taught me about life and my Savior. All treasured words of wisdom, love, and testimony I still carry with me. Each individual demonstrated the Kingdom of God to me through their words and in how they lived their daily lives. They were some of the foundational people who walked alongside my parents and helped raise me in Christ as if I were their own.

The glimpses of these mentors from my childhood were a great reminder of what God has commanded me and you to do. We have all been instructed to “go and tell” by Christ himself and there are many ways we can go about following those commands – teach Sunday School or Midweek classes; start a Bible Study with people from your workplace; mentor a young man or woman; or help with mentoring at ATLAS. No matter your age or where you are at in life the opportunities to serve and witness in God’s Kingdom here on earth are endless!

The writer of Hebrews says, “Remember your leaders, who spoke the word of God to you. Consider the outcome of their way of life and imitate their faith.” (13:7) The truth is we all have someone in our life who has been a witness of Christ to us in one way or another. May 2019 be the year you follow in the footsteps of those who spoke the word of God to you. Instead of letting that shared wisdom sit on an old, dusty tape in your mind, imitate those of your past and invest yourself in another person’s life as you point them to our Savior.

Becky Ossefoort

PS – My parents loved their gift!

God’s Plan

Have you been watching any Hallmark Christmas movies this season? I do not spend a lot of time watching television or movies, but I’d likely be a little embarrassed to admit how many of these flicks I’ve watched over the last couple years. My husband thinks the shows are ridiculous, my brother claims they are way too predictable, and my kids say the movies always end with a beautiful snowfall and a couple falling in love. Honestly, I don’t really care if they are predictable, they are good clean entertainment and simple to follow.

Life isn’t always as predictable as these ninety minute Christmas stories. When I was a teenager, I decided I would go to college to be an architect, settle in a big city, help people build their dream homes and eventually start my family. It was a picture perfect vision of what my future would look like and yet through a series of events, my life turned out very differently than I had planned. I actually found myself engaged before I even started college. Never in a million years did I anticipate marrying a guy who loved to farm or living in rural Rock County. Fast-forward twenty five years and there is not one part of God’s plan for my life I would trade for my own ideas.

God has had a plan to redeem His people from the very beginning of time and we read about that plan throughout the pages of scripture. Several hundred years before Jesus was born, the prophet Isaiah shared a prophecy – or a prediction – to the people of Israel. It was a powerful message of both judgement and hope. Isaiah warned the people to repent of their ways because the Prince of Peace was coming and He would sit on David’s throne and over his kingdom. (Isaiah 9:6-7) It took Isaiah’s words about 400 years to happen, but when they did, the people missed it. While they had cried out for a Messiah, the events that took place when Jesus was born were so far from what the people thought would happen many refused to believe He was indeed the Messiah. As Jesus grew and began His ministry the people knew He was special, but many remained puzzled if He really was the Messiah. We read in the book of Matthew Jesus asking the disciples “Who do people say the Son of Man is?” (16:13) They reply with a variety of answers, and then Jesus focuses in on Peter and asks, “What about you? Who do you say I am?” (vs.15) Peter knew exactly who Jesus was because as he had been intimately following his Teacher. God revealed Jesus’ true identity to Peter and his answer was, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.” (vs.16) Peter knew his life had forever been changed and his days of tangled fishing nets were but a distant memory.

While I would never compare a silly Hallmark Christmas movie to God’s great love story in the Bible, we too know how His story of redemption ends. One day Jesus will come to this sin-filled world again and rescue His people from darkness. His entrance to this world will look different than the first time and, once again, the arrival time is only known by the Father. While on earth, Jesus instructed us to “keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.” (Matt. 24:42).

Advent is a time we not only look back at His birth, but forward to His second coming with great anticipation. It is also a season to ask ourselves if we are keeping watch. Are we spending time in the scriptures and with our Father to know our Savior like Peter did? No matter how troubled our situation or how evil the world becomes, we must continue to be God’s faithful people who hope for His return and not complacently wait for the ending to take place or we will miss it just like many of the people did all those years ago.

Becky Ossefoort



What stirs up in you when you hear the phrase “wait patiently”? Life is full of instances where we are called to wait. When we are single, we wait for that special someone to enter our lives. Eventually we get engaged, and wait for the wedding. In time, many couples decide to start a family and again there is a period of waiting. For some the news will come quickly, others it takes an extended time of waiting to make the big announcement to their family and friends. For others, they wait patiently only to realize what they are waiting for may never happen as planned. Some couples seek fertility treatments and wait to see if those will work; while other couples seek adoption – and once again…wait.

Recently Josh and I have been invited to share in the waiting period of a possible adoption. No, we aren’t adopting, but a couple whom we love dearly hope to. They have been waiting to start their family and it would seem as though God has a bit of a different path for them than they originally thought. So we are now waiting with them for the sweet, little blessing God already has picked out for them (and us) to love. During a meeting with the social worker, we discussed what the process will look like for both the couple and the child. I’ve always thought of the adoption process as being a waiting period for the parents-to-be. But in our conversation, I realized this is just as much a waiting period for the child whose greatest desire is to be loved by a family of their own.

Have you ever been in a season of waiting? I’m sure we’ve all experienced this at one time or another. It can tug at our heart and mind; it can be exciting, but it can also be very painful. The other day I was reminded of a quote I had heard a while back about waiting. I’m not sure of the original author, but it goes like this: “The work God does within us while we wait is just as important as whatever it is we’re waiting for.” Similarly, we are reminded of this in scripture. Romans 5:3-5 says, “We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.” (NLT)

When I reflect on my life I can think of several situations when I wanted God to take the difficult time away and fix it. Yet, in reality I would never give up any of those trails, simply because they have formed and shaped me into who I am today. Yes, some of them were hurtful; no, I do not care to experience the pain again – but I am thankful for each experience. I guess in some ways I have learned to simply remember some of my past a little differently because of the joy I have found in the outcome of my waiting.

This week many of us will sit around a table with family and friends and enjoy a traditional Thanksgiving meal. Some families will go around the table and share what they are most thankful for this year. There are likely a few individuals who will struggle with what they are thankful for. Others will simply say a prayer of blessing and carve the turkey. Whatever the case is for your family, may it be so of each of us that we not only find ourselves grateful for the bountiful blessings of this life, but also for the good work God has done within us while we are waiting.

Becky Ossefoort



Protective Gear

This past week I was sitting with some moms at a junior high football game. While enjoying the game we commented how we cringe each time our child gets tackled, fearing for their wellbeing. Apparently it’s not only me who finds it hard to sit on the sideline and watch your child get jumped on! I was enjoying the company around me and the action in front of me as we watched the game together. Often times, during a game, I lose track of Austin in the sea of white helmets on the field, and this one was no different. Following one of the plays, a player remained on the ground after everyone else had stood up. The player rolled around in the grass a bit and appeared to be in pain. About the time he got to his knees, my heart sank realizing it was my little boy who was injured. After a quick chat with the coach, Austin walked over to the huddle for the next play. I could sense he was hurting. (Moms just know these things.) Sure enough, a few plays later he was along the sideline removing his jersey and pads. All I wanted to do was run down and hug him, but knew he would be mortified if mommy ran to his side. After the game and a trip to the school’s athletic trainer, the injury to his side was determined to be bruised ribs. The trainer advised he wear rib pads and recommended he not overdo it at practice the next day. Just a couple days later, with rib pads in place, he was back on the field running, jumping, and tackling as though nothing had happened.

As parents, we want to do whatever we can to protect our children from harm. We purchase mouth guards to prevent harm to their teeth while playing sports. Baseball players must wear helmets to shield their heads when running the bases. In hockey we wouldn’t think twice about putting the goalie in front of the net without the proper pads and protective gear. We buy the safest car seat when they are little and refuse to put the car in gear until all seatbelts are buckled as they are able to do it on their own.

It makes me wonder if we are as protective of our children’s spiritual lives as we are their physical lives. Do we put as much care into helping them know their Savior as we do caring for them while playing sports or driving down the highway? We cram our schedules full of opportunities for our children to participate in –which are all good – but are we scheduling time to sit and intentionally read God’s Word as a family? Sure we take them to church on Sunday mornings, attend Sunday School each week, and wouldn’t think of missing a midweek class, but are they the only three hours a week our children are digging into the scriptures?

These questions are not meant to shame anyone, rather only help us each examine our discipleship process at home. God has entrusted us as parents with our children with the instructions to be their primary teachers of who God is. The Bible says, “All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.” 2 Timothy 3:16-17. When we raise our children to not only know who God is, but be in a relationship with Him, we are providing the greatest protection available. His Word becomes our safeguard against false teaching and our source of guidance for how we are to live for a lifetime of protection.

Becky Ossefoort


Work At It With All Your Heart

A few years ago a friend had an old Snapper lawn mower to get rid of. While the mower still ran, it was not the ideal machine to keep his lawn well-manicured. I told him he could put it on our iron pile, which was scheduled to be picked up by the local scrap man. A couple days later the man brought the mower and set it next to the pile for disposal. Upon his departure, my boys spotted wheels and a motor and immediately asked Josh if the mower ran. Their eyes lit up the moment the engine turned over. Grabbing the wheel, they moseyed around the yard for days, thinking they had just won the lottery. Well, until Josh used it to mow through some tall grass out back. That was it – the motor blew up. Boom! Done…

Josh saw a project and an opportunity to show the boys his mechanic skills so off to town they went for parts. After the local parts man estimated it would cost several hundred dollars to fix the old Snapper, the boys admitted defeat and assumed their days of cruising were over. That was until the gentleman behind the counter offered them a deal they couldn’t refuse. After a short conversation and a very minimal exchange of cash, the boys updated their rig by about fifteen years.

Over the last couple years, the boys have put a lot of hours into their little lawn mower. They’ve built accessories like a trailer for chores, a front blade to push snow; they have even rigged up a sprayer for the lawn. Best of all they get along while working together! Watching them sit side-by-side on the small seat in perfect harmony as they drive across the yard is really pretty priceless. Other than the copious amounts of fuel they have burned, perhaps the most notable alteration to the old mower is the one inch straight pipe they poked out the top of the hood. I say most notable because of the extreme noise it creates. They can be across the property behind the barn, and I still know right where they are when I’m sitting in my living room – on the other side of the house and property!

Sadly, this spring they took the transmission out of their beloved toy. Josh looked into a new transmission with the agreement that AJ would have to do the work to fix it. Josh (and Evan) watched over his shoulder and gave him instruction, but for the most part, AJ made the necessary repairs and the old girl is purring like a kitten – or perhaps I should say roaring like a lion.  Recently at the supper table I heard the latest idea. And while I do not understand exactly what a 1:1 pulley is, I do know it likely has something to do with speed or power.

Whatever the case, it has been a joy watching AJ tinker and learn while putting all his efforts into this simple machine. While I was watching him tune his toy the other day scripture from Colossians popped in my head and it caused me to smile. “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters.” (Colossians 3:23)

Monday we will celebrate Labor Day. For many it is a day off from their jobs, others it’s time and a half pay while they continue with their work. And whether your labors are about preparing for the fall harvest or waiting for the school bell to ring, may it be so of each of us that we go about all our duties with joy and excitement as though each responsibility is an act of worship presented to our Father in Heaven.

Have a blessed week!

Becky Ossefoort



Just outside of our house we have a very large tree next to our sidewalk. The trunk of the tree is massive and I am certain it would take more than two grown men to wrap their arms around the base. It is the ideal tree to climb and offers an incredible amount of shade from the hot summer sun. Each year’s new growth makes the branches heavy and by July we have what feels like a secret little room over our patio.

During the summer months you can find me there reading my morning devotions while sipping a cup of coffee, sharing a meal with my family, or just relaxing with my feet up. I try to spend as much time as possible there and the space has turned into a bit of a sanctuary for me. God and I have had some pretty amazing conversations beneath this tree. Prayers of praise and thanksgiving have been uttered beneath the thick canopy, as well as words matched with tears and frustrations. At times His voice seems loud and clear and other times nearly silent, but I always sense Him near while I am there.

A couple weeks ago I was sitting beneath the lush, green leaves in my chair when it started to rain. I could see the drops hit the yard all around me, yet I did not feel even the tiniest sprinkle. The thick canopy of leaves was sheltering me from the drizzling shower and I felt completely surrounded by His goodness. The few weeks leading up to this point had been a time of loaded schedules and what felt like enormous tasks. I was tired, worn out and ready for a break. As I sat there and watched the rain drops hit the green grass in the distance, I sensed God’s presence and I suddenly felt a calm fall over every part of me. In the stillness of the moment, I was overcome by words Moses gave Joshua, “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.” (Deut. 31:8) And in that instant, I knew all the trials and uncertainties I had been fretting about were already being dealt with by my Creator.

As I continued to sit in my tranquil little spot, in my mind I listed off some of the many promises God has given us. While I recalled them one by one, the turmoil within my soul shifted and I could sense God’s gift of peace and rest within. And so for my friend reading this today who is experiencing heartache, trial, and sadness – are you holding close to His promises? He put them in His Word so you can lean on them and find strength and hope. God is with you even in the hardest of times. He never leaves you unattended and is walking with you every step of the way. Remember, not only does He join you in the present; He is already ahead of you handling your difficulties for the good of your future.

Standing on His Promises,

Becky Ossefoort

Here are a few scriptures to help get you started: Exodus 14:14; Psalm 46:1; Jeremiah 29:11; 1 John 1:9; Romans 8:38-30; Isaiah 41:10; Isaiah 43:2; Philippians 4:19; Psalm 23



I was one of the lucky kids who grew up in the same community as all of her grandparents. There were many hugs, treats, and so many fun times together as I ponder the memories of growing up. Each Sunday we would visit one side of the family or the other for afternoon coffee. I’d play with my cousins, and run around the family farms exploring all they had to offer. After Grandpa and Grandma Stoel moved to town, my siblings and I would walk to their house after catechism and Sunday School to get our fix of molasses cookies and “Grandma’s Nectar” (a.k.a. juice). Grandma, with an incredible gift of hospitality, was always preparing something sweet to serve her guests. Just thinking about it makes me crave my favorite treats she made with love.

Grandparents are special people and each of mine hold a very special place in my heart. I was well into my thirties when I lost my first grandparent and my own three children have been fortunate to know seven of their eight great-grandparents. Last week Saturday evening I received news my Grandpa Stoel had passed away. Sudden, yes; but it was evident his nearly ninety year old body was failing in recent weeks, so not completely unexpected.

Each of my sweet, loving grandparents has left a mark on my life. They leave a legacy of many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. However, something even more incredible than 37 great-grandchildren under the age of 17, is the legacy of faith they have left with each of us. Each of my grandparents carefully helped my parents raise me to know my Creator. Not a meal went by without teaching me who had ultimately provided us with it; not a day passed without thanking God for another day on this earth; and not a prayer of blessing was missed for each of the tiny children they held in their arms.

The scripture Grandpa chose for his funeral is found in 2 Timothy chapter 2 verse 3. “Join with me in suffering, like a good soldier of Christ Jesus.” At first I found it to be an odd selection, but after reading it and the verses surrounding it again, it summed up all that he was for in this life rather well. When Paul wrote this letter he was challenging Timothy to continue to spread the Gospel of Christ at all cost. Timothy would need to have discipline, train hard and endure all things for the sake of letting all know of the Savior.

My Grandpa knew his Savior and with each day he set out to instill in his children (and his children’s children) right from wrong, teach them of Jesus, and make sure they knew the many promises the Lord has given each of us. Together my grandparents endured the pain of losing a son in a tragic accident, and both were challenged with a few health ordeals over the years. Though Grandpa was perhaps a bit rough around the edges at times, the quiet and gentle whisper of his Savior was spoken through words and actions, and a reflection of his faith was found in the things he stood firmly for.

Hebrews 12:1 says “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” I thank God for all witnesses of my faith; both those tucked in the Bible and those I’ve been blessed with in my lifetime here on earth.

So as I reflect on the many memories of my Grandpa, I am left with the thought of what will my legacy look like when I am laid to rest one day. We each have one to leave, after all, and ultimately only we can determine if it points in the direction of our Savior.

Becky Ossefoort


Curve Ball

When spring finally arrived this year, you could find AJ at the ball diamond. He loves to play baseball and enjoys time spent with his friends while tossing the ball around. Over the years it has been fun to watch him develop his skills and grow his knowledge of the game. AJ plays with a smile on his face even when mistakes are made and we often see his cute, little dimples from the stands after a well-executed play – all the way from the outfield! He and his teammates encourage one another and brush off their frustrations well. Win or lose, when the game is over, they are all the best of buds. I may be biased, but it is a joy to watch those boys play together!

Over the years, each player has found their position on the field. AJ most often finds himself in center field or on the pitching mound. When he is in the outfield it never ceases to amaze me how quick he is to get into position and nab a ball out of the air, swiftly throwing it back to the infield. While I enjoy watching him throw pitches from the mound, it does make this mom a little nervous with each crack of the bat. I worry about that sweet little boy getting hurt by a line drive baseball to the shins or mouth. He thinks I am ridiculous and continues working on his technique anyway. A few weeks ago he came to me complaining of shoulder pain. He is not one to complain too quickly, so my mind immediately thought of all the terrible things it could be. After a visit to the school trainer, she recommended some rest and heat. Mom maybe overreacted a little bit. The instructions to rest left AJ a little bummed and disappointed he would not be able to give it his all at practice or during a game. After about a week, the coach had him back on the mound tossing strikes – with a big, bright smile on his face.

Does life ever get you down? It seems as though life throws a curve ball of sorts and suddenly you have been plunged into this sea of fear and uncertainty. To some degree, I believe we have all experienced this sudden sense of tragedy, doubt, and disappointment. It’s not an easy journey, nor is it much fun. The last few days I’ve heard of several people who have been left feeling hurt, discouraged or let down. The following was a part of my recent morning devotions and I’d like to share it with you as a source of love and encouragement.

“The Cure for Disappointment” from He Still Moves Stones:

“Come and see what God has done, the amazing things he has done for people.” Psalm 66:5

We need to hear that God is still in control. We need to hear that it’s not over until he says so. We need to hear that life’s mishaps and tragedies are not a reason to bail out. They are simply a reason to sit tight.

Corrie ten Boom used to say, “When the train goes through a tunnel and the world gets dark, do you jump out? Of course not. You sit still and trust the engineer to get your through”…

The way to deal with discouragement? The cure for disappointment? Go back and read the story of God. Read it again and again. Be reminded that you aren’t the first person to weep. And you aren’t the first person to be helped.

Read the story and remember, the story is yours!

“So let us rejoice because of what he did. He rules forever with his power.” Psalm 66:6b-7a

Becky Ossefoort