It was an ordinary day at Roland’s house. Anna would fix his breakfast and fluff his chair. After his coffee, she would assist him to the mailbox. But first, she’d watch as he stuffed his pockets full of Bible promises. Some he had hand written, and some were typed. Each morning, he pulled a handful out of a large mason jar and dropped them into a ceramic dish. Roland’s eyesight wasn’t what it used to be, so Anna read most … Continue reading →
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Psalm 150:6 NKJV I was having a “woe is me”day, recounting all the problems in my life. Can you remember having a day like this when you counted “woes” instead of blessings? The enemy of our soul is happy when we are distracted by the trials that we are experiencing. Then we won’t notice God’s beauty surrounding us. My mind was on me and all I needed to accomplish, instead of … Continue reading →
“I miss our old church,” my husband said, “especially the music.” “You do?” I said. “Yes.” “But you never participated….” “Yes I did.” “How so?” “I’d pray and say, ‘Lord I’m here. If You want to come and sit with me, I would like that.” “Did He sit with you?” My husband looked upward, “Sometimes… And I miss that.” I had misjudged my husband—badly! During services he never took notes; I took copious notes—and organized them. After services, when the … Continue reading →
The aroma of horse hair overwhelmed me as I buried my face in Princess’ mane. She grasped my ponytail scrunchie with her muzzle, slid it off, and waved it triumphantly. If a horse could laugh, she was doing it. This was a deliberate move on her part to cheer me up. I would have joined her celebratory disposition, but I knew we only had days together. I was moving out of state, and she would not be travelling with us. … Continue reading →
The reflection of blue lights flashed in my rear-view mirror. Embarrassed, I pulled over. “Ma’am, can you explain why you were speeding?” “I wasn’t paying attention.” When I got home, I looked up potential consequences: one-year revocation of license, lawyer and court costs, license points…. I felt nauseous. Rather than worrying further, I bowed, “Father God, this license is Yours to take or to give as You desire.” I called my husband, and he called our attorney. “I might get … Continue reading →
The reflection of blue lights flashed in my rear-view mirror. Embarrassed, I pulled over. “Ma’am, can you explain why you were speeding?” “I wasn’t paying attention.” I knew not knowing my speed was no excuse. I was responsible for operating my vehicle safely. The officer ticketed me and I went my way. When I got home, I looked up the potential consequences: one-year revocation of license, lawyer costs, court costs, insurance points…. I felt nauseous. Rather than worrying further, I … Continue reading →
The Lord’s Prayer Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. GIVE US TODAY OUR DAILY BREAD. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. Matthew 6:9-13 NIV Have you ever wondered why smack dab in the middle of the Lord’s prayer, Jesus shifts the topic from seeking God’s … Continue reading →
We look up at you for thousands of years, as we admired the beauty that shines from you. We thanked you the light that helped us see, as darkness crept in, and took over the path that we walked on. We have written songs about you, written stories about you, and yes even poems, and yet this never seem to be enough. As we looked upon you we found you to be very mysterious which just drawn us even more … Continue reading →
As my car crawled along the automated car wash track, my thoughts drifted to times past, when my husband and I would take our children through the car wash for the express purpose of playing, “Watch the Bubbles.” “Daddy, my bubble is racing yours!” our son would say. “Mine is turning swishy circles!” our daughter would say. I stroked my silver-steaked hair and prayed, “God, my children are grown, so why do I still want to watch bubbles?” Just then, … Continue reading →
As my car crawled along the automated car wash track, my thoughts drifted to times past, when my husband and I would take our children through the car wash for the express purpose of playing, “Watch the Bubbles.” “Daddy, my bubble is racing yours!” our son would say. “Mine is turning swishy circles!” our daughter would say. I stroked my silver-steaked hair and prayed, “God, why do I still want to watch bubbles? My children are driving their own cars … Continue reading →
