While I was sitting on a bench in the park, I noticed the penny on the pathway. SEE THE PENNY As people hurried by, no one gave that penny a second glance. It was, after all, only a penny–small and insignificant and not worth the time to stop and pick it up. Staring at the penny, I thought, By the world’s standards, I am not much different than that penny. To the government, I am known as a social … Continue reading →
As an adult it was difficult to realize God loved me even when I messed up. There was something in my heart that held me back from accepting my heavenly Father’s unconditional love…
Continue reading →We wouldn’t like it if someone said those things to our child or our best friend, but somehow we think it is okay when we say those things about ourselves. We forget we are the Father’s child. He doesn’t like it when anyone bullies His beloved child, even if the bully is the child him/herself.
Continue reading →How do you draw a picture of Love? How do you paint afresh the agony of the Cross? With gentle strokes of tenderness as His grace beckons us closer. There to wash pure white the canvas of our soul. Then on that clean canvas He paints layer by layer the beauty of His love. The picture of love is our Savior’s face as He reveals it to us. How do you see the Master’s face? I’ll show you the way, … Continue reading →
I rotate between doggies, feeding them morsels from a designated fork. Occasionally, one will rise. If I say, “sit,” the dog will listen, but only if I preface this with their name. Otherwise, she assumes I’m talking to another pack member. Our senior pooch stomps during the entire breakfast. She wants to make sure I notice her. Our youngest gal takes each morsel with gusto, and our youngest male snorts between bites. Theirs is a breakfast fit for champions. …
Continue reading →While I was sitting on a bench in the park, I noticed a penny on the pathway. As people hurried by, no one gave that penny a second glance. It was, after all, only a penny, small and insignificant, and not worth the time to stop and pick it up. Staring at the penny, I thought, By the worlds’ standards, I am not much different than that penny. To the government, I am known as a social security number. To … Continue reading →
