between the rains
Rachel Smith Rachel Smith

between the rains

It’s so hard to wait to see the product of a seed!  The ground doesn’t change when a seed begins to germinate and take root.  For all we know, nothing is going on beneath the surface, appearing identical to the empty soil next to it.  The time from when you plant a seed to the time you see the first growth peeking up ... oh, that’s so long, isn’t it?

So … quiet.  

You begin to wonder ... did I even plant anything there?  Did the seed die?  Is there something I can do to make it grow faster?  Should I somehow check on it?  

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wisdom is a symphony
Rachel Smith Rachel Smith

wisdom is a symphony

And as the wisdom beat of Proverbs plays, a guitar starts to strum the book of Job. What was once a simple cadence now has complexity. The chords tell the story of a man who perfectly followed the path of wisdom outlined in Proverbs but is now squarely stuck in disaster. Job insists he was following the beat, and his friends are equally sure that if he had followed the beat, he wouldn't be in this predicament.

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foolish fleece (pt 2)
Rachel Smith Rachel Smith

foolish fleece (pt 2)

So what does the verse about laying a fleece *really* mean?

Within its broader context, this little fleece episode in Gideon’s story has a different meaning than we may have known before.

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foolish fleece (pt 1)
Rachel Smith Rachel Smith

foolish fleece (pt 1)

Did you know that the phrase “great minds think alike” is really only half of the saying? The other half of the saying is “though fools seldom differ.” When both phrases are taken together, the meaning is: when you think like someone, it may be that you are both smart or both fools. I don’t know about you, but until my kids told me the ENTIRE saying, I’ve always used this phrase incorrectly!

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holy eavesdrop
Rachel Smith Rachel Smith

holy eavesdrop

I was standing near the kitchen with my grandmother when she opened her wallet and a handful of tiny folded notes fell out. As I helped her gather them up, she giggled and showed me one. They were little love notes that my grandfather had written her over the years. It was just about the most endearing thing ever. He wrote them, she kept them, and I got a small glimpse into their love story.

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