June 13, 2016 KimHarms

Proverbs 19:2 It is not good to have zeal without knowledge, nor to be hasty and miss the way. Zeal is a good thing. To be enthusiastic and passionate about a goal is a great first step. But if zeal is all we have, we won’t get far. After I watched Florence Griffith Joyner break world track records in Seoul in 1988, my 12-year-old self was going to follow in her footsteps. I would be a runner, and I would run in the Olympics (forget that those Olympics sprinters are not white girls.) So I went out of for track…

May 30, 2016 KimHarms

Proverbs 18:4 The words of a man’s mouth are deep waters;     the fountain of wisdom is a bubbling brook.   “He’s 14, and he’s taken to grunting.” Yep, those words came out of my husband’s mouth on a recent double-date, and they are oh so accurate. It is amazing how much can be said in a grunt. There’s the “yes” grunt, the “no” grunt, the “I’m so tired” grunt, the “I don’t care” grunt. I could go on, but you moms out there with teen boys probably know exactly what I’m talking about. Grunting is not my preferred form of…

April 18, 2016 KimHarms 1Comment

I found this poem during one of my middle of the night reading sessions. And as I am at the start of what is likely going to be a not-so-good sleep night, I am encouraged by it again. It is beautifully written. Enjoy. Further Still In that lonely place ~ No friend can go ~ No brother can help ~ No loved on can know I must crawl on ~ While you stay ~ Further still ~ Just watch and pray In that lonely place ~ The cup is fought ~ To sip the pain ~ Or choose my lot…

April 12, 2016 KimHarms 9Comment

Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed. Matthew 26:39 I’ve been thinking a lot about a little farther. When Jesus was preparing for his death, he took his close friends with him to Gethsemane to pray. Three of those friends he took with him further into the garden. But even those three couldn’t go as far as Jesus needed to go. Where he was heading, he had to go alone. I am definitely not Jesus, and my circumstances are a bit less consequential. But I am beginning to understand a little farther. I…

March 11, 2016 KimHarms 5Comment

In the past two weeks Corey has had to help me do a lot of things that I didn’t figure I’d need assistance with until I was in my 80s.  You know, like sitting on a toilet. To give you a glimpse of recent days in our home, the following is an incomplete list of normal everyday things breast cancer has made it necessary for Corey to help me with. Walking. Sitting down. Repositioning myself in my chair. Standing up. Eating. Scratching my itchy nose when my hands couldn’t reach that far. (When I was coming out of anesthesia this…

February 19, 2016 KimHarms 4Comment

Breast cancer is yucky. If I could choose not to have it, I would give it up in a heartbeat. But it’s not all sadness and tears either. It’s chocolate covered strawberries for breakfast. It’s playing hooky from school to go bowling and eat chocolate shakes. It’s love in the way of a magic blanket from my BFF. (Lewis has discovered the magic.) It’s less about seeking the approval of people and more about leaning on my Savior. It’s a new recliner to recover in. (C and O have temporarily taken it over.) It’s a college friend who has gone before me…

February 6, 2016 KimHarms 1Comment

This summer I read through the books of Isaiah and Jeremiah. I didn’t have a particular reason for reading them. I guess I just wanted to hang out with some of the major prophets. But God knew the reason I was reading some of his OT big guys . I’m sure he handpicked them for me.  Because, he knew in June, how much I would need Isaiah and Jeremiah’s words in January (and now February). I page through those books now and land on passage after passage of scripture that I underlined while sitting on my back deck last summer.  They have…

January 30, 2016 KimHarms 4Comment

Breast cancer. When those two words started getting tossed around the doctor’s office where I was trying to act natural in that stupid gown that was open to the front, I began oscillating between nausea and the urge to dropkick the radiologist. How can he just say breast cancer as if he’s talking about a broken finger or tonsillitis? But when those two words entered my world, they were closely followed by these.  Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee…