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 →
“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 →
Every morning, I prepare breakfast for our three dogs. I rotate feeding them each morsel from a designated doggie fork. Occasionally, one dog will rise. If I say, “sit,” the dog will listen but only if I preface this with her name. Otherwise she assumes I’m speaking to another pack member. Our senior pooch looks forward to breakfast time the most, so she stomps her feet the entire time to make sure I notice her. Our youngest gal takes … 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 →
“We should name him Nemo,” I teased as we lowered our tiny goldfish into the backyard pond. But then, there were those two cute dots at the base of his tail and two bigger dots on his tail fins. “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 … Continue reading →
“Lord God,” Earle cried, “help me to find my ewe. She’s been lost in this blizzard since mornin’ an’ she’s pregnant.” Earle brushed a tear from his eye, leaned forward in the saddle, and gave his horse, Cooper, his full rein. “Find ‘er!” Cooper sensed Earle’s urgency and broke into a lope. He spotted the ewe only because Cooper dodged her, prancing with high steps. “Come ‘ere, lady!” Earle said, gliding out of the saddle. He brushed snow from the … Continue reading →
Recently, while I was worshiping, I closed my eyes, and saw Jesus’ eyes as Lion’s eyes. I was taken aback, and so I asked Him to show me again. He didn’t. It was just one glimpse, and that was it. Immediately, I knew He was revealing Himself as the Lion of Judah. I thought about this for days. His eyes were amazing! In Revelation 5:5b KJV, John the Disciple writes, “Behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root … Continue reading →
While shoppers hurried into the mall to escape the winter winds, I was acutely aware of one man who, instead, was ambling to the entrance, methodically tapping his cane. He touched the door. Then he paced ten steps away. Dropping to his knees, he placed his hat on the ground for tips and pulled an instrument from his tattered jacket. With recorder flute in hand, the man played Silent Night, The First Noel, and Drummer Boy. I was enthralled by … Continue reading →
