I thought it would be easy to navigate my way to the expressway from my new job, but I was not familiar with the neighborhood. To further my confusion, a few street signs were missing. The only sure landmark I had was a child’s soccer ball left in a yard. After passing the ball three times, I pulled my car to the side of the road, wiped sweat from my palms, and prayed. “God, please direct me. I want to … Continue reading →
He is able to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by Him, seeing He ever liveth to make intercession for them. Hebrews 7:25 KJV “Lord, do you want us to tell fire to come down from heaven and consume them” (Luke 9:54 ESV) ? James and John said to Jesus. The disciples didn’t believe in equal opportunity for men they perceived to be enemies. Can you imagine the disciples’ surprise when Jesus rebuked them rather than the … Continue reading →
Mandy poured her coffee and retreated to the porch swing. As she listened to the chirring of crickets in the flower garden, she opened her Bible. She was reading the Bible from cover to cover and Song of Solomon was next in line. In preparation for her reading, she had looked up the meaning of Solomon, which is shelomah, translated as “peace.” In her spirit, she felt Solomon must be a prototype of Jesus Christ. She had seen a typology … Continue reading →
The couple’s entrance into the café was like watching a ballet in slow motion. He was using a walker; she was using a cane. After the gentleman passed through the doorway, he held it open for his lady. She, gracefully attentive to her mate, shuffled through the entrance, bowing as she went, as if he was a chivalrous knight returning from a victorious conquest. I wondered how they would solve the obvious problem. The man’s walker now blocked the doorway. … Continue reading →
My servant Job shall pray for you. Job 42:8b KJV Before sunrise, Pastor Troy unlocked the doors of Countryside Church. It was his custom to pray for the people before they arrived. He touched the back of the pew where Bessie customarily sat. “Father God, I lift Bessie to you.” A tear trickled down his cheek…. *** Outside, the sun crested as congregants arrived. Bessie asked Sue to keep a secret, “Pastor visited a liquor store.” She lifted an empty … Continue reading →
Slip ‘n slides… They provided swift and energetic water rides for my sister and me during childhood. Mom would sprinkle a few drops of dish soap onto our plastic slide, hook up the hose, and away we’d go. Dad would swoop us up at the other side, and we’d run towards Mom, ready for another go-round. Soon, neighbor kids would hear us, and they would slide with us down the slippery slope. It’s easy to slide downhill on a slip … Continue reading →
She hath washed my feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Luke 7:44b It was “Wash Day.” Elise got right to work. She separated the laundry into piles, loaded the washer, and reached for the cleaning agents. She meticulously measured bleach, detergent, and fabric softener, pouring each into their respective receptacles. She hit the start button, and turned away. As Elise glanced at the remaining piles, she realized the white clothes were still on … 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-streaked hair and prayed, “God, my children are grown, so why do I still want to watch bubbles?” Just then, … Continue reading →
“We should name him Nemo,” I teased as we lowered our goldfish into the backyard pond. But then, there were those two cute dots on his tail. “How about Duce?” my husband suggested. “Perhaps Dos?” I countered. And so, it was decided; his name would be Ducy-Dos. We were happy and so was our goldfish, but that changed the day of the accident. While we were cleaning the pond, Ducy-Dos tumbled into the pump housing. For weeks, I kept the … Continue reading →
