Author: Pamela Thorson

Slightly Obsessed #259: Eli’s Song

So whoever will humble himself like this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. – Matthew 18:4 He enters a room with six-year-old abandon, bursting with enthusiasm. He never shows up at our house empty-handed, though. Sometimes he clutches his newest collection of cards or rocks or fishing gear to show us. Often […]

Slightly Obsessed #258: Thank God For You!

  I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always offering prayer with joy in my every prayer for you all, in view of your participation in the gospel from the first day until now. – Philippians 1:3-5   Another day sinks into eternity without resolution, yanking the scab from the wounds of battle.   In […]

Slightly Obsessed #257: The Trifecta of Grace

But everyone must be quick to hear, slow to speak and slow to anger…. – James 1:19 A well-known Bible scholar recently posted some interesting news relating to current events on social media. The comment section was instantly bombarded with heated arguments. People who claimed to be Christians traded harsh and ignorant barbs. They posted […]

Slightly Obsessed #256: Silently, He Absorbs Your Pain

  Because in much wisdom there is much grief; and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain. – Ecclesiastes 1:18   A heavy dawn groans into a new day, dragging an underbelly full of yesterday’s burdens. Like the clouds, I awaken gray. Whiny child inhabiting an elder’s body, my first lucid thought of the day is […]

Slightly Obsessed #254: Be Not Deceived

  But solid food is for the mature, who because of practice have their senses trained to distinguish between good and evil. – Hebrews 5:14   We walked through the tall, dry grass with a forester friend as we checked out the progress of the fledgling evergreens on our property overlooking the river valley. The men sauntered down […]

Slightly Obsessed #253: As It Began to Dawn – When God Invades Our Despair

  The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. – Henry David Thoreau, 1854.   My Southern-born mom put it less eloquently – but more graphically – when she declared, “I’m so low I have to look up to see a snake’s belly.” It’s hard to get much lower than the dirt. And that’s […]

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