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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

I think the love we build is much more reliable than the love we feel. Feelings are weather.

Donald Miller posted on Facebook:

I think the love we build is much more reliable than the love we feel. Feelings are weather.

some comments…

Sarah -- Yep. Feelings are like internal weather patterns just passing through, neither good nor bad, and not necessarily full of meaning. Love is always available regardless of what the "feelings" radar reads.

 

Sam -- Too many of us think of love as a feeling, and feelings come and go too easily.

Rhubarb Dump Cake

 

Rhubarb Dump Cake
More like a crisp than a cake, but it doesn't get much easier or yummier than this!
Rhubarb Dump Cake
1 pound rhubarb, cut into 1/4 inch pieces (between 3 and 4 cups)
1 cup white sugar
1 (3 ounce package) strawberry jell-o
1 package yellow cake mix
1 cup water
1/4 cup butter, melted
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 9x13 inch baking dish. Spread the rhubarb evenly in the bottom of the baking dish. Sprinkle the sugar over the rhubarb, followed by the jell-o, and finally the cake mix. Pour the water and melted butter over the top. Do not stir. Bake for 45 minutes or until the rhubarb is tender.
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I don’t want to read the Bible anymore…

This author is being transparent while on his faith journey…  good stuff.  http://deeperstory.com/read-the-bible/

More by Micah:  http://deeperstory.com/author/micah/

About the author:

About Micah: Once upon a time Micah knew everything there was to know about God, the Bible, and how the universe works. Then one day he found himself admitting that, despite having all the answers, he barely believed in God anymore. With the few shreds of faith he had left, he clung to the hope that God was searching for him, and that he would someday be found. Being found is more of a journey than a destination, and this is where you’ll find Micah today. Slowly picking through all the broken pieces of failed religion, looking for Jesus in the midst of it, being found by Him more and more each day. When he’s not chasing his two small boys around the house, riding motorcycles with his wife, or overdosing on coffee, Micah attempts to scrawl out the words of this unfolding story on the pages of the internet.