Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Hebrews 13:2 NIV “Excuse me,” I said to the stranger who had leaned on my shopping cart. I thought about elbowing him, but I refrained. I was dealing with grief. Mom had just died, so I knew my emotions were raw. Our home Bible Study group wanted me to make chicken stew. I was painfully aware I couldn’t phone Mom for advice, and I had never made … Continue reading →
A GRANDMOTHER AND A GRANDDAUGHTER “We taught the daycare children by example, and you were with me.” Mrs. Gertrude said, tickling her granddaughter, Sharon’s side. “I remember,” Sharon said, “but I’m twelve now!” Mrs. Gertrude smiled as her ‘little Sharon’ donned her best grown up imitation. “Do you remember our career center? You and your friends pretended to be scientists, engineers, beauticians, firefighters, or ballerinas by wearing hats. Then we’d share read-to-me books while we passed the featured hat around.” “It was fun,” Sharon … Continue reading →
Recently a lady from our church shared a dream she’d had about sounding the shofar to announce the returning of our King Jesus. The dream was riveting; I couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Religion doesn’t work, but a relationship with Jesus does.” Prepare to meet your Soon-Coming King. Although we cannot know the day or the hour Jesus will return, we do know we are in the season of Christ’s return. Jesus tells us to consider the parable of the fig tree: “Now … Continue reading →
And seeing the multitudes, he [Jesus] went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him: And he opened his mouth, saying, Blessed…. Matthew 5:1-3a KJV One little word–“up”–could so easily be overlooked as we read The Sermon on the Mount. But if we notice it, we will understand the reason for Jesus’ success in ministry. He knew that He needed to go up. In fact, He felt compelled to go up, believing His ascent … Continue reading →
The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty. Zephaniah 3:17a KJV 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 … Continue reading →
Be ye followers of me. 1 Corinthians 4:16b KJV We’ve heard the line, “Follow me on Facebook.” We do follow friends on Facebook and on other social platforms. We enjoy reading their advice, laughing when they share a funny incident, celebrating their accomplishments, and we also enjoy praying for them. Most have common interests; others have talents we aspire to learn, but the underlying reason that motivates us to connect is our common interest in the Lord Jesus Christ. We … Continue reading →
She came to Him, crawling. If her declaration was voiced, it was softer than a whisper…
Continue reading →Casting all your care upon Him: for He cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7 NKJV The reflection of blue lights flashed in my rear-view mirror. Embarrassed, I pulled over. “Ma’am, can you explain why you were speeding?” “Officer, 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 … Continue reading →
Becca longed for the simple life. She wished she could transport herself onto the set of “Leave it to Beaver.” But she knew this was just make-believe. Families weren’t that loving, marriages weren’t that kind, and children didn’t obey their parents. Or, was that the illusion? Could Becca’s family be healed? “God,” Becca prayed, “Can my family experience Your peace?” She poured coffee and opened her Bible. The sun’s first rays glimmered through the kitchen window. “Can I…?” Becca’s son … Continue reading →
Danielle’s blond curls brushed Mother’s shoulder as she peered into the stew pot from the barstool. Each afternoon, she watched as her mother prepared dinner. She pretended to stir, twirling her soda straw as if it were a spoon. “Sweetheart,” Mother said, handing her daughter the squeeze butter and dinner rolls, “please help Mommy by putting these on the table.” Mother continued to stir, content that her daughter was away from the boiling stew. Suddenly, Mother realized the house was … Continue reading →
