In this section you will find VineWords Devotions for your enjoyment. We respect your time by keeping the length to around 400 to 600 words. Most of the parables (fiction) are in this section, as well as real life testimonies. (Some names have been changed.) We hope you will find this useful for your morning or evening devotion time.
Not what I will, but what You will. ~Mark 14:36b NKJV 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 … Continue reading →
My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weaknesses. 2 Corinthians 12:9 NKJV Grace…. We say grace before a meal. We speak of God’s grace. But do we really know what grace is? Grace comes from the word charis and may be defined as “the divine influence upon the heart and its reflection in the life. (Strongs’ Concordance, NT#5485)” Grace is something that happens within the spirit of man. Paul knew something about grace. He … Continue reading →
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 who believes in Me, the works that I do will he do also; and greater works than these he will do, because I go to My Father John 14:12b NKJV I was folding my husband’s jeans, and checking the hems for frays. That’s how I determine at a glance which are his work jeans verses his dress jeans. The thought came to me that I am like a pair of jeans that are frayed on the ends—less than perfect, … Continue reading →
“Mom, I fed the chickens. Here’s your sandals back,” my daughter said. “Back?” I tried to hide my dismay, “You wore the jeweled ones?” The odor rising from the pleather revealed the answer. “I just borrowed them quick.” I glanced at my jeweled sandals. As pretty as they were, they now had a designated purpose. I would use them when I fetched eggs or cared for my hens. My jeweled sandals were now the purtiest’ chicken sandals I’d ever owned. … Continue reading →