Beth Moore

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.

You animal lovers, I hate to be so shameless — well, I don’t hate it all that much — but have you ever seen a more beautiful dog? Now if pretty is as pretty does, Pecos needs to go back to pretty school. But if we’re just into looks, is what I’m saying.

This is not Ash-Wednesdayish but I love my daughters so much. I just wanted to tell somebody. I’m the luckiest mom.

In all our winning, we have lost Jesus. In all our self-congratulations, we have lost our souls.

The way of the cross. The way of Jesus. The way of humility, service and preference of others. The way of dying to self & rising with Christ. There’s no other following. This has been the stunning forfeiture in this generation’s discipleship & we have borne its fruit. In repentance we regather joy.

Tomorrow’s Ash Wednesday. So today? Well, today’s pancakes. And I make a vicious pancake.

Just boarded my flight to Houston after serving at an event I’ll treasure as long as I live. It was a women’s event at St Andrew’s Anglican in Charleston & we had —y’all— 700 women. 700 marvelous hilarious worshipful women so attentive to the Scriptures. I don’t even know what to do with this grace.

Thing is, sometimes I want to sulk about something then God’ll do stuff like he did this morning: show me a goldfinch on my walk THEN — this one isn’t even fair — a newborn pony with its momma in a pasture by my home. So here I am feeling all full of joy when I wanted just a pair of minutes to sulk.

DO NOT forget what prayer can do. Amid all else God’s calling you to do or speak, never for a moment forget that nothing’s more powerful than earnest audacious persistent prayer. The devil—yes, boomer here said the devil, the ever-real prince of vilest darkness—hopes we’ll lose confidence in prayer.

I wanted Pecos and I to be close but I didn’t picture having to wear her like a hat.

I repent for feeling sorry for the Mavs all week.

Well, God help any team that doesn’t have Anthony Davis on it right now.

Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, have mercy. I cannot fathom the shock, grief and horror the loved ones of those involved in the DC crash are enduring. My heart is broken for them. Lord, there are so many suffering. Please, God of all comfort, hold them in your everlasting arms.

Composure, Saints! This is a vital witness to our faith in Christ in any era of chaos. Upon waking, let us meet with Jesus and trade our fear & anger for his courage & compassion. Rely on God. Read Scripture. Be brave. Pray valiantly. Act like grownups. Help the hurting. Love defiantly.

“For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” Hosea 8:7