I was walking down the sidewalk Tuesday in suburban Chicago, texting on my phone. Imagine my surprise when I found myself ankle deep in freshly poured cement. My new shoes, my favorite trousers, and my pride were ruined. The workers and Holly were amused rather than angry. I was fuming.
Life is like that. One second all is well, the next second life is like a word that sounds like bell. But even stuck in concrete, I thought of Romans 8. God promises that nothing can separate us from the love of Christ. He will stick with us even when we are stuck.