"One Day at a Time" (Day 35)

Verse of the Day
 “Whoever is faithful in very little is faithful also in much.” — Luke 16:10
 
I was born in Rumford, but I grew up in Mars Hill. This town has always been home to me. Some of my earliest memories are simple ones—napping on a cot at my grandparents’ house, the smell of cookies, and the quiet joy of being together. Life was not fancy, but it was full.
 
I was raised in the Mars Hill Methodist Church, just like my parents and grandparents. I can still hear my grandmother humming hymns while she worked. Back then, I didn’t know the songs—but later in church, I realized, “That’s what she was singing.” That place shaped me. It gave me a sense of belonging.
 
Life brought both joy and hardship. One of the hardest seasons was my divorce. It was sudden. I had no place to go, no transportation, nothing but the clothes I had. Still, somehow, God carried me through. Step by step, I found my way back home. That decision changed everything.
 
In time, I raised my children and met Bonnie. We built a life together—38 years now. We opened our home to many children, some through foster care, others simply in need. It was not easy. But in the small moments—a shared meal, a child opening up—I saw something beautiful.
 
There were also deep losses, like the passing of my parents. Yet even then, I felt God’s presence. Through every season, I learned to trust Him. I didn’t worry much about the future. I just kept going, one day at a time.
 
Looking back, I see this clearly: it’s the little things that matter most. Kindness, care, small acts of love—they shape a life. That’s the way I’ve tried to live. - Andy Anderson
 
Thought for the Day
 During this Holy Week, where is God calling you to stay faithful in the small things—to love, to trust, and to follow Jesus all the way to the end? 

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