Marji Laine: Faith~Driven Fiction

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Your Carriage Awaits

carriageI’m continuing my discussion about my word of the year, Walk. Physically, I’ve really amped up my workouts, especially with the better weather. But this word speaks more of my walk with God than of the exercising type.

Last weekend, my dear boy got married. It was a small wedding, but charming. We had a lovely time. Though I hoped for a lighted carriage to whisk my beautiful new daughter-in-love away with my son, he decided on his bright red Jeep, newly washed from a light rain shower.

IMG_0401But I thought of how special his bride must have felt. He treated her like royalty throughout the service and reception just like his daddy treated me. I remember climbing into my groom’s car, almost thirty years ago. There’s a feeling of being taken care of. Of protection, and care. Even without a Cinderella carriage.

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.” Psalm 23:4

Reminds me of the formerly anonymous poem, that’s older than I am, called “Footprints.” It’s about a man who had a dream about his life. As he viewed the events, he could see two sets of footprints, one for him and one for the Lord. Except when he reached some of the most devastating moments. There, he only found one set of footprints. When he asked the Lord about it, the Father responded that footprintsHe would never leave his precious child. The single set of footprints belonged to God as he carried the man through his greatest trials.

(Apparently, Footprints in the Sand is copyrighted to Mary Stevenson who wrote it in 1948.)

After all, we are considered the Bride of Christ. Just as a typical groom guards and carries his bride into his home, so our Lord guards and carries us through the difficulties of our lives, if we commit to walk with Him.

Your Turn: How has the Lord recently carried you?

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Author: Marji Laine

Marji is a homeschooling mom with teenage twins left in the nest. She spends her days transporting to and from volleyball, teaching writing classes at a local coop, and directing the children’s music program at her church. Raised in suburban Dallas, she got her first taste of writing through the stories of brilliant authors of their day, Mignon Eberhart and Phyllis A. Whitney, and through stage experience. After directing and acting in productions for decades, Marji started writing her own scripts. From that early beginning, she delved into creating scintillating suspense with a side of Texas sassy. She invites readers to unravel their inspiration, seeking a deeper knowledge of the Lord’s Great Mystery that invites us all.

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