Fear is a stronghold. A stronghold is like an iceberg–the sea of our thoughts and emotions hide the majority of it. The ten percent we show to those around us is no indication of its depth and size. …
Continue reading →Sing unto the LORD a new song. Psalm 149:1b KJV As shoppers hurried into the mall to escape the winter winds, one man ambled towards the entrance to a store, 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 … Continue reading →
He who believes in Me, the works that I do will he do also; and greater works than these he will do. John 14:12b I was folding my husband’s jeans, checking the hems for frays. That’s how I determine at a glance which are his work jeans verses his dress jeans. The thought came to me that I am like a pair of jeans that are frayed on the ends—less than perfect, but usable to the majestic God I serve. … Continue reading →
Delight thyself also in the LORD. Psalm 37:4a KJV Every morning, I prepare breakfast for our dogs. 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 … Continue reading →
He who believes in Me, the works that I do will he do also; and greater works than these he will do, because I go to My Father John 14:12b NKJV I was folding my husband’s jeans, and checking the hems for frays. That’s how I determine at a glance which are his work jeans versus his dress jeans. The thought came to me that I am like a pair of jeans that are frayed on the ends—less than … Continue reading →
Slip ‘n slides… They provided swift and energetic water rides for my sister and me during childhood. Mom would sprinkle a few drops of dish soap onto our plastic slide, hook up the hose, and away we’d go. Dad would swoop us up at the other side, and we’d run towards Mom, ready for another go-round. Soon, neighbor kids would hear us, and they would slide with us down the slippery slope. It’s easy to slide downhill on a slip … Continue reading →
