by Macy Johnson
“By faith we understand that the
universe was formed at God’s command,
so that what is seen was not made out
of what was visible.”
(Hebrews 11:3 NIV)
“We don’t
need one of those,” my husband said. Retirement has put us in a new world and
given us new mindsets. When we were both employed we needed more stuff, or we
thought we did.
by Macy Johnson
“God said to Moses, ‘I AM WHO I AM.
This is what you are to say to the
Israelites:
I AM has sent me to you.’”
(Exodus 3:14 NIV)
I have
pondered the name of God in order to achieve a deeper, stronger relationship
with my Creator.
Jonathan
Cahn’s writings seek to explain spiritual obscurities. In “The Book of
Mysteries” he claims we say God’s name all the time. YHVH (Yahweh) translates
into “I Am.” When we speak of ourselves, we say God’s name first, because our
existence comes from His existence. “I am Macy” translates to “God Macy.”
by Macy Johnson
“Reflect on what I am saying,
for the Lord will give you insight
into all this.”
(2 Timothy 2:7 NIV)
One of my
mother’s favorite phrases was, “What were you thinking?” I remember her words
when I consider a move or a big change.
There was
a dead skunk in the middle of the highway near our street. I had avoided it for
two days and pointed it out to my husband on the way to the Chinese restaurant
one evening. I felt badly for our neighbor who lives near the highway and would
suffer from the stench.
by Macy Johnson
“Listen, my sons, to a father’s
instruction;
Pay attention and gain understanding.”
(Proverbs 4:1 NIV)
My four-year-old
cell phone was fine, but my husband was having problems with his. “God,” I
prayed, “Please let me know when it is your will to replace our phones.” Not
long after that prayer Jeff announced he was ready to release his cell phone to
the trade-in pile.
by Macy Johnson
“If that is how God clothes the grass
of the field,
which is here today and tomorrow is
thrown into the fire,
will He not much more clothe you, O
you of little faith?”
(Matthew 6:30 NIV)
I walk a
new route. Rather than stay close to home, I now walk one mile to the highway
and back. It is hilly and takes a little longer, but this new path is much more
satisfying. My husband walked with me the first few times, but one particular
morning he had an appointment to recommend tree and foliage placement at a
German immigrant’s horse farm nearby.
