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.
The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty. Zephaniah 3:17a Dad stood behind me, dabbing oil paint on the canvas. My hand rest atop his, so it felt like I was painting, but I knew who held the brush. Soon, Dad slid his hand away, and I grasped the brush. His hand was still underneath mine so I still felt confident. Before I knew it, he was smiling, with his hand to his chin. Occasionally I’d ask … Continue reading →
“Lord, do you want us to tell fire to come down from heaven and consume them? (Luke 9:54 ESV)” James and John said in unison. The disciples were bothered that the Samaritans didn’t receive Jesus as He traveled through Samaria on His way to Jerusalem. These disciples didn’t believe in equal opportunity for men they perceived to be enemies. Can you imagine James and John’s surprise when Jesus rebuked them rather than the Samaritans? Jesus knew the Samaritans misinterpreted His … 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 →
I have become a collector of hearts, but I do not collect just any hearts. They are gifts from my daughter, Danielle. Each is like a time capsule, capturing a memory from her youth. One is a foil heart of two colors. Yet another is a heart-shaped rock she found in the garden. She skipped to me, squealing with delight, carrying her little rock. We washed it under the hose and she cradled it. Then, she kissed me on the … Continue reading →
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 →