I did not know Barbara before that day, but I had been given her phone number and was told she was looking for a carpool partner. We decided to meet for lunch. That way we could meet, and decide if we wanted to try carpooling together. As we sat down to eat, Barbara asked if we could pray first. She told me she and her family were Christians, and they were accustomed to praying before meals. …
Continue reading →God wants His relationship with us to be one of love, the kind of love between a parent and child, one which is close and personal. …
Continue reading →I heard Peter preach during Pentecost (Shavuot), as he stood in an upper room…
Continue reading →When we accept the sacrifice made by Jesus on the cross, and make Him our Savior and Lord, we become joint heirs with Him. And because we are part of the family of God, we have the privilege to communicate with Him through prayer. He has called each one of us to pray–deliberately, specifically, proactively and passionately. …
Continue reading →At the end of the day the water was turned into wine because You honored Your mother….
Continue reading →Clancy had come into my life by default. Being aware of my love for cats, my niece, Carol, had called me. Matter of fact as always, she said, “I have a six-week old kitten for you. Can you pick him up, or would you like me to bring him to you?” My journey with Clancy began the moment Carol placed this tiny, Lilac-Point Siamese kitten into my outstretched hands. He was to me, a family member. He was the four-footed variety but loved as much as any of us. …
Continue reading →Sitting in the red Adirondack chair, enjoying the quiet of my surroundings, my heart, and soul overflowing with a peace I have felt only when resting in the presence of the Holy Spirit. …
Continue reading →I can still see the little fourth grade girl sitting in the auditorium, where she eagerly hung onto every word the missionary lady said. As I envisioned everything being described to those of us in the audience, a dream was born within me. No, not just a dream. It felt like a mandate, a calling. My mind raced, “I want to be a missionary and tell others about Jesus!” …
Continue reading →I cannot explain it but, in my spirit, I laid my head on God’s chest, and He gathered me in His arms and held me close, just as a parent would hold a beloved child. My situation…
Continue reading →As we sat down to a late supper of sandwiches, chips, and iced tea, we began planning for the next day, where we were to greet around 300 children and their parents. Gifts would be provided for every child – toys, clothing, and hygiene items. Fruit baskets had been…
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