Expect Potholes

San Antonio had an unexpected snow storm in mid-December.We did not see it coming.I opened my front door to picture of winter wonderland in South Texas. A few days later, the roads were cracked with scattered potholes.After snow and ice, roadways give way.Potholes occur due to the expansion and contraction of ground water after is has entered into the ground under the pavement.  Drivers know to expect potholes after inclement weather.We do not stop driving. We go around the potholes or at least we should to prevent damage to our car’s rims, tires and suspension.After snow, look for the potholes, take evasive action and keep on trucking. Psalm 118:24 24 This is the day that the Lord has made
let us rejoice and be glad in it. Expect trouble.“I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace.In the world you will have tribulation.But take heart, I have overcome the world. “John16:33.Every day, we may experience unexpected potholes. No one is exempt.As Christians we have been giv…

Second Chair

Jared played saxophone and Zachary the baritone in their school band. Periodically, the intensity of their practices accelerated in preparation for the assessment done by the band direction for chair assignment.Competition for first chair was fierce.Making second chair was also a celebrated accomplishment.I never really understood the difference between first and second chair.Jennifer Jones, Assistant Concertmaster for the Nova Scotia Symphony gave a simple thought provoking explanation of the two.
“All violinists in an orchestra have very high skill levels and the only difference between the two sections is the role they play in the orchestra. Members of both sections audition with mainly the same repertoire and have to maintain a very high level of musicianship. If truth be known, a lot of what is required of the second violins is difficult even at times treacherous! They often have to play rapid intricate rhythms on the lower strings, which are difficult and tiring, and harmonies so…

Delayed Healing

The cut was deep, bled profusely and was tender to the touch.I had fallen in the back yard while collecting tree branches for a friend.My right foot was covered in blood.I hopped down to the patio and knocked on the window of my husband’s study.I had him hose off the blood which exposed a gapping gash on the side of my toe.He irrigated the area with peroxide, applied Neosporin and wrapped my toe.Any first year medical student would know the laceration needed suturing or at least Steri-Strip to close the wound within 24 hours.My foot continued to hurt, so after six days I decided it was time to actually care for my own injury.Russell drove me to my office and I did what I should have done the day I suffered the damage.I had hopped around on my foot for six days when I had the ability and expertise to fix the cut.The healing was always within my reach.I failed to do my part which led to delayed healing.

Proverbs 4:20-22

20 My child, pay attention to my words;
listen attentively to my sayi…

Carrying a Burden


Boundaries tell us what is our responsibility and what is someone else’s responsibility

Here’s Galatians 6:2-7, which talks about boundaries:

2 Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. 3 If anyone thinks they are something when they are not, they deceive themselves. 4 Each one should test their own actions. Then they can take pride in themselves alone, without comparing themselves to someone else, 5 for each one should carry their own load. 6 Nevertheless, the one who receives instruction in the word should share all good things with their instructor. 7 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.

We’re supposed to carry each other’s burdens, but we’re also supposed to carry our own loads. Think of a load as something which is manageable–your daily to-do list. But when something out of the blue hits someone that they can’t handle themselves, then we’re supposed to help them. We aren’t supposed …

I have ADD

My name is Linda Fay Howelton.  I have Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD).  You probable are affected as well.  Check the lit of symptoms.        ..  Half way through a prayer you find yourself rehashing the day’s events or outright . falling asleep.Continuously forgetting what God has done for you in the past.     .  Fidgety in worship service, checking the time and wondering if that last song was necessary.      .    Dismissive of the gentle nudge by the Holy Spirit to redirect inerrant thoughts and to seek God first.       .   Unable to focus on His word for an extended period of time.       .   Procrastinating when it comes to doing His will.       .   A fascination about what everyone else is doing instead of completing your own assignment.       .   Unable to process and/or apply sermons until we’ve heard it at least four times from 3 different sources.       .   Spiritual Attention Deficit Disorder runs in families.

John 10:10 10 The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I…

A Covering

My thumb still hurts. A few days ago, my nail split in half so I decided to just rip it off despite the voice in my head telling me “Don’t do it!”I knew it would damage my nail bed.I knew it would bleed.I knew it was going to hurt for a long time afterward but I did not want to take the time to find a clipper or look for scissors.I did what I wanted to do in that moment.When the deed was done, a wave of regret washed over me.I applied pressure to stop the bleeding and covered my throbbing thumb with a Band-Aid.For the next few days, the only thing that gave my self-inflicted injured thumb comfort was the protection and covering of the Band-Aid.
Psalm 91:1-4
91 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will sayto the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his pinions,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his fa…

Holding Hands

Holding hands is the last memory I have that marked the end of childhood for Jared and Zachary.  Those tiny hands intertwined in mine were a constant reminder of the daunting task of motherhood.  Two small boys depended on their parents for everything.  They had complete trust that we would fulfill our role without fail.  We would take them where they needed to go, shield them from danger, feed them, keep a roof over their head and provide a bed to sleep in every night.  With no questions asked or inkling of doubt, they followed our lead. Love was assumed.  Their future assured.  Eventually, their hand fell away.  It was time to let go.  Deep down, I wish I could hold their hands forever.
Isaiah 41:13 13 For I, the Lord your God,
hold your right hand;
it is I who say to you, “Fear not,
I am the one who helps you.”

God longs to hold our hand.  We spend a lifetime snatching our hand away.  His desire is that we have the faith of a child.  With nothing to fear, reach for the Father’s hand con…