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Prayers, essays, and poems read to you by the author crumbsfromhistable.substack.com (https://crumbsfromhistable.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast)

Publisher

crumbs from His table

Category

leisure · religion & spirituality

Language

en

Explicit

No

First episode

4 Sept 2023

Latest episode

27 Oct 2026

Latest episodes

58 episodes in the feed.

1. 

   27 Oct 2026

   Reaching

   My roots are in Zion; My home is not here. This groaning life is pilgrimage, a tortuous, Path winding where the wind blows. All my stability is in heaven, In the trustworthy promises of God, In the unchanging, eternal Rock of Refuge. All my nourishment comes from His Word, drunk deeply, From living in the light of the good news of salvation, From living in communion with the Triune God And the body of Christ across time and space, Bound ineffably, invisibly, inextricably by Mycelial filaments of grace and the One Spirit. His living water never ceases to flow. He is fruitfulness in the year of drought, Flourishing in the day of famine, Faithfulness when all help fails, When friends flee, When best hopes disappoint. Rooted in the living God and hope of heaven, My soul can thrive and nourish others As we await our hearts’ true home and The exceeding, eternal, incomparable weight And blazing Day of Glory ahead. {You may support this writing through buymeacoffee.com/crumbsfromhistable . Thanks for listening.} This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit crumbsfromhistable.substack.com (https://crumbsfromhistable.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

2. 

   6 Oct 2026

   Parable of the Waiting Room

   A peek into our time capsule… The sparsely adorned walls, uncomfortable chairs, and odd assortment of magazines scattered on the various tables confirmed that the woman was in the right place. She signed in at the front desk and sat down in an empty chair to wait her turn. Rebuking herself for forgetting something to do in the meantime, she picked up a magazine and absentmindedly began leafing through it while she took note of the others ahead of her. Nestled in one corner of the room was a bright-eyed couple laughing and talking over the contents of their own magazine. “Amazing,” she thought. “To look at them, you’d think they were waiting for a Christmas present, not a needle and an oversized bill.” Drawn into listening in spite of herself, she discovered they were picking out furniture for a baby’s nursery. They must have months yet to wait, for their glowing faces were the only visible signs so far. Looking down at her own bare left hand, she shifted in her chair, covering her fingers with the magazine in her lap. At her age, she probably would never know their joy. The nurse’s voice jolted her out of her reverie, and the laughing couple followed her out of the room. Taking up the magazine in earnest, the woman had nearly finished reading an article on the latest Nobel Prize recipients when the bell over the door jingled. She looked up to see a newcomer enter, a bit clumsily due to her newly expanded waistline. Scanning the now-full room, the woman realized the seat next to her was the only vacant one. “Great,” she thought, “and this one looks like a talker.” Consequently, when the expectant mother quietly sat down with only a smile of greeting, her observer was so surprised she stared as the newcomer lifted a bag into the remains of her lap, carefully extracted the beginnings of a tiny sweater, and commenced knitting. Never even looking at her watch, she quickly became absorbed in her work, as though content to wait for hours. Soon the nurse called her own name and she left the waiting room, quickly to forget the scenes of the morning in the business at hand. We, however, remain “in the waiting room.” For us, that means waiting to move to India. For others of you, it means waiting for a baby to come, or waiting to be married, or a return to good health, or waiting for a better job, or… Regardless of our individual circumstances, we are all waiting for the return of our Lord Jesus Christ and our true Home in His presence. So how do we spend our time in the waiting room? Do we fret and chafe that our hopes are delayed? (All too often the answer is yes.) Let us remember, though, that God is never wrong and never late. Whatever my situation in life, it has been especially chosen by Him to make me more like Jesus. Our waiting room becomes His classroom, designed to teach us and mold our character. The people of the parable illustrate some of the lessons Amore and I are learning in our waiting room. Like the first woman, we are learning acceptance of our present lot in life. We don’t know with certainty when – or even if – God’s will may take us to India [dear reader, He didn’t, except for a short teaching trip], but we can know God’s will for today, whether that means dealing with computer problems and dirty dishes or studying, teaching, and writing. It is tempting to waste the opportunities for joy in this part of the path in wishing for whatever lies around the next bend in the road. I have often needed the reminder in Jim Elliot’s words: “Wherever you are, be all there. Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.” It would be a tragedy to miss the Beth-Marie’s ice cream and mochas right here in Denton simply because they are not samosas and chai! Like the couple in the story, we are also learning to watch expectantly… NOT for a child, but for our coming move. This comes more naturally to Amore than to me, probably due to his background as a missionary kid-turned-missionary. In fact, we have learned that change is his comfort zone! For me on the other hand, change causes much anxiety unless my thoughts are centered on this very small animal’s Very Big God. Granted, our expectation of moving to India may come to pass much more slowly than we anticipate, or perhaps not at all. Our hope lies not so much in fulfillment of the goal itself as in God’s unfailing faithfulness and goodness. At this writing, things are gradually coming together for us to move this year, but we are confident that if the Lord shuts the door to India, He will give us bread not a stone. Finally, as we wait and watch to see what God will do, we are learning to work diligently at what God gives us here, both in the daily responsibilities of life and in specific tasks to prepare for a new culture. Concerning the former, Amore still has computer responsibilities at the office, along with taking a couple of men through Bible Study Methods, discipling another, and substituting at other Biblical Training Center for Pastors (BTCP) classes on a pretty regular basis. His part of the curriculum committee has been both demanding and rewarding, as well. I mostly work as his administrative assistant, cook, and housekeeper (and wife, lol). As time permits, I meet with a few precious “little sisters” to encourage them in their pursuit of God. Also, I am trying to wrap up a study of Esther to teach on our upcoming SE Asia trip. More intentional India preparation has been taking a lot of time as well. We have continued meeting weekly with our teammate, M. S., resumed cultural study, and begun study of the Hindi language. The Lord has also kept us busy keeping up with doors He’s opened to meet with friends and acquaintances who desire to participate in this ministry through prayer and/or giving. It has been very encouraging to see His hand at work to build our support team and link us with the people of His choice as we simply focus on Him and obedience in what He assigns day by day. At the current pace, we hope to make the overseas move in early fall, contingent on support, visas, etc. Basically, that’s “whazzup” with us. What about you? For all of us, “let us take care how we…” wait. (From Rose Garden Gazette, April 2000) Coming back to 2026, I feel these thoughts have aged pretty well, even though we went to Thailand, not India, and we only stayed a year because of my health collapse due to lupus. We waited for things that never happened, and ensuing years brought so very many big changes we didn’t even know to anticipate. This old essay came back to my thoughts recently as we spent most of the summer waiting for things connected to our move. We are fairly settled in the new place, although there are still frequent scavenger hunts to locate this or that, and not many of the pictures have been hung. We are still waiting, however. Amore and I are waiting for our old house to sell, and it has been a longer wait than anticipated. Prayers are appreciated for the right buyer soon, and for someone who will love the house and garden and continue to care for them well. You may be waiting for something yourself: a job, a college acceptance, a prior authorization, a prodigal’s return, a diagnosis, a cure, news of all kinds. May the Lord sustain your hope in Him in all our waiting, and especially the groaning wait for His return. The Scottish-South African pastor Andrew Murray (1828-1917) wrote a 31-day devotional called Waiting on God (https://link.amazon/B0erggAcN). Please pray with me using his words from that book. Blessed Father! We humble beseech Thee, let none that wait on Thee be ashamed; no, not one. Some are weary, and the time of waiting appears long. And some are feeble, and scarcely know how to wait. And some are so entangled in the effort of their prayers and their work, they think that they can find no time to wait continually. Father, teach us all how to wait. Teach us to think of Thee, the God of all waiting ones. Father! Let none that wait on Thee be ashamed, for Jesus’ sake. Amen. If the Lord moves you to support my writing, one-time encouragement gifts can be made through the following link. You may also pledge toward a paid subscription, if I turn those on. https://buymeacoffee.com/crumbsfromhistable (https://buymeacoffee.com/crumbsfromhistable) Also, if you are reading or hearing this October 6 or 7, 2026, I have free trials to give away for Amazon Prime, Audible, and Kindle Unlimited. Here are those links, for those not yet subscribed: Amazon Prime (https://link.amazon/B090fjx3G) Audible (https://link.amazon/A05BRar3I) Kindle Unlimited (https://link.amazon/A066WjtIY) (Those links and the Murray book link are affiliate links and yield me a small commission at no cost to you.) Prayer is the most important support and enables me to keep writing through chronic illness, cancer, and every other adventure Aslan sends. Courage, dear hearts! This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit crumbsfromhistable.substack.com (https://crumbsfromhistable.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

3. 

   18 Sept 2026

   A Prayer for a Life-Changing Diagnosis

   So as not to worry you, I myself do not have a new chronic diagnosis or cancer recurrence, thanks be to God. However, I have heard of more new diagnoses these last 2 or 3 years than in any other period of my life. Not yet having written a prayer for such occasions, I have been simmering one for any who have need. Your feedback is welcome. Please let me know if there are specific omissions to supply in future drafts or in future prayers on the same topic. Courage, dear hearts. God of all comfort, God who heals:I bring You the grief and relief,the anxiety, overwhelm, and lonelinessof this new diagnosis. Thank You that this has not surprised You;thank You that it can neither separate me from Your lovenor thwart Your purposes for my life,nor diminish my value in Your sight. Father of mercies, Great Physician:Lead me to wise, skilled, compassionate doctorswho will not minimize, psychologize, or dismiss my symptoms,but faithfully fulfil their sworn duty of care. Send one or two loyal companions,undeterred by the chronicity of suffering,not seeking to fix, but willing to stay,steady in the unsteadiness of my path.Hold up those who hold up my arms in this battle. Take from me this bitter cup of suffering if You will;if not, sweeten my Marah with Your cross and communion.Enlighten my eyes to see my scars as Your faithful love inscribed on my body—”Hither by Thy help I come”—As a point of communion with the eternally nail-scarred risen Christ.Let me know You in this infirmityin ways I could not receive without it. You are good in this;You are good to me:You are the best of friends,my soul’s Physician,who will never abandon or failme, for Jesus’ sake. Amen. You may also find encouragement in these posts from the archives: Jesus and Autoimmune Disease (https://crumbsfromhistable.substack.com/p/jesus-and-autoimmune-disease?r=abt2l) And Thirteen Lessons from 13 Years of Writing Through Chronic Illness (https://crumbsfromhistable.substack.com/p/five-lessons-from-thirteen-years?r=abt2l) This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit crumbsfromhistable.substack.com (https://crumbsfromhistable.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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