Beth Moore
Author __ Bible Teacher __ Jesus Follower __ Dog Lover __ People Liker __ I live in the woods outside Houston with my man of a jillion years and our bird dog Pecos. Honorary Auntie to anyone who wants one.
- Brother and sisters in Christ, this is the best day of our lives! The tomb is bereft, the Son of God raised, the darkness is silenced, the Lord of life praised!
- *Brothers. Praise God, I do have more than one. Lol
- Those in the throes of parenting rarely have this kind of margin but for the rest of us in Christ, Holy Saturday is a day of unwelcome rest when we want to work so we don’t have to think. Don’t have to face our lack of control. It’s a slowing down not just of the body but of the thoughts.
- Spinning minds unwind into unwanted contemplation. We’re forced to face what we cannot fix. All we can do is wait and weep. Take time to feel what, especially to those women, was surely the longest day of their lives. Only then can we be properly astonished by the sheer abruptness of the empty tomb.
- 11 days into a mammoth recovery of another surgery I knew was coming when I had my spine operation in August. These are painful things but very good things. Neck deep in PT but much agility will be restored to these bones. Deeply grateful! So I’ve been away for a while but can’t stay silent today.
- This day of all days that we recall. The day when no one took Christ’s life from him. He willingly laid it down for us. Today I remember the cross of Christ in communion with those of you who call him Lord. Today nothing else matters. Our lives hung in the balance of the outstretched arms of Jesus.
- The one and only worthy Doc Holliday of the silver screen, Val Kilmer, has set down his cards. Man, what fun that actor gave us in his many movies and epic performances. He was our huckleberry. May his soul find rest in God.
- I’ll tell y’all something this morning. I still believe the Lord is good. I still believe in the grace that is chocolate. That as long as there are tomatoes, there is salsa. That birds sing because they know something we don’t. I believe laughter is audible hope. And love is spite to the darkness.
- On my walk this morning. There is still sweetness in this world, you darlings. No one told these wildflowers this world is way too dark a place these fretful days to bloom.
- I’ve been thinking how people who made their way into our hearts—people we’ve truly loved—can’t simply be replaced by someone else. New relationships are splendid gifts but don’t you think it’s rather remarkable that God made us so distinctively, no one person can fill the space left by another?
- I have found that grandparenting a teen girl requires a deep appreciation for what her Stanley means to her.
- When I pulled up in the drive-through at Starbucks today, a young woman’s voice rang through the speaker: “Happy national manatee day!” Who knew?? Having been raised to mind my manners, I responded, “well, and also to you!” And I loved her immediately. I could not think of one thing not to love.
- We have two darling little newborns in our church services with their mommies and I almost can’t concentrate on the liturgy for watching them. I love how they can’t keep their socks on. I just love newborns. I’m all like, now, listen, if you need me to hold the baby, I guess I could force myself.
- I inherited this obsession with newborns from my mother’s side of the family. My grandmother who lived with us used to say all the time, “this here family is drunk on babies.” I get tipsy every time I see one.
- Flew back home yesterday from serving in Honolulu. Had the best time, met the most wonderful people & saw the most gorgeous mountains & trees. But I couldn’t wait to get back and check on the deer, see my critters, feed the fish, run my bird dog and, in less than 2 minutes, hear all these beauties.
- Believe me, there are far more beautiful places but I can never get a decent picture of these woods with my phone. To have some acres left untamed this close to the city is a gift not wasted on us Moores. I wish I were walking some of you who could use these bird songs the most through these woods.
