tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23111837981898147442026-07-20T02:29:26.866-04:00"He is mighty to save and rejoices over me with singing" ~Zephaniah 3:17Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-60659534901324822482018-12-06T09:09:00.001-05:002018-12-06T09:20:26.219-05:00

It has been eight months since my mother died. I don’t think of her often, but some days the grief grabs hold of my heart strings and weighs me down. I am left with so many unanswered questions. The memories haunt me, afflict my inmost being where the childhood scar has again been torn open to bleed away the pain. All the while I am reaching for gauze, bandaids, and iodine to help

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-36163284715531390672018-11-30T09:58:00.002-05:002018-11-30T10:04:16.160-05:00

I am just so in love with Him. He has always been there for me when hope seemed so far away and sadness filled my heart as a child. I knew I could come to Him no matter the hour…no matter the circumstance….He remained beside me and comforted my aching heart. I know some may have had it much worse than myself as a child, but I have learned not to minimize my own suffering. It was real. It was

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I hear myself breath…inhale…exhale. The new clock I hung a few short weeks ago tics and seconds of my life fade away. The window is open and a slight breeze flows gently to brush against my cheeks as the birds sing from the treetops. I sit at my desk in a blank stare captured by stress and unable to move as my Bible lay open in front of me.  I am here again. I’ve been here before. At this

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-17564446381297456472016-06-07T12:40:00.001-04:002016-06-07T12:41:49.863-04:00

I may be only just beginning to understand the confidence I need in prayer. I have known the Lord Jesus now for almost forty years and prayer has always been a constant in my life.  But what does it mean to pray with confidence and believe The Lord will do what we ask?  The starting point for me in prayer is actually praise. In most instances of prayer for me, I always begin

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The windows in the old Victorian house rattled and the wood floor shook beneath my feet as the oncoming train passed in the valley below my childhood home.  The whistle blew long and loud to warn all, the train was coming thru.  I can still hear that whistle and picture in my mind the puffs of smoke as they rose to meet my eyes while I watched from my bedroom window. &

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-17070550425883365982016-01-28T18:27:00.000-05:002016-01-28T18:28:23.119-05:00

      My cousin Joy always speaks of needing to “regroup today”.  It’s a day she designates to stay at home, get her house in order, and just chill. I always chuckle when she proclaims a “regroup day”. But actually we ALL need a day to do this…not only in our everyday tasks…but we need days to regroup within our hearts. I like to think of  it as deep soul

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-19327885235725567262016-01-25T17:12:00.002-05:002016-01-25T17:13:18.332-05:00

The moon in all its brightness peeked from behind the pine trees as dawn approached. As I turned and faced the opposite direction, there before my eyes was the start of the rising sun. The white rippled clouds had purple hues and shades of red and pink as the top of the sun began to appear on the hillside. A beautiful morning indeed with shades of His glory embracing the depths of my soul. It

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-4512306490064958262015-12-22T07:53:00.000-05:002015-12-22T07:59:14.967-05:00

      I am just so in love with Him. He has always been there for me when hope seemed so far away and sadness filled my heart as a child. I knew I could come to Him no matter the hour…no matter the circumstance….He remained beside me and comforted my aching heart. I know some may have had it much worse than myself as a child, but I have learned not to minimize my own suffering.

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-4754533552580533082015-12-19T08:11:00.001-05:002015-12-20T22:25:40.714-05:00

Though she loved him, he loved her more. She didn’t know in that moment of joy; He came to die. He came to save her and the entire sin sick world. In time, she would realize just how much he adored her as he would ask John to care for her as he agonized upon the cross. But in this precious moment surrounded by only the lowly animals of the stable, she wished never to forget the little hands…the

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It is so easy for us to forget our sole purpose in being created. We were made by God for God. He created each of us unique. Because God created me different and set apart from anyone else...only I can love Him in the special way He created me and He aches deeply for intimacy with me…the way I can only love Him. What we don’t realize is how much God longs to hear from us and give back to him

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-85514298996967184592015-10-27T07:28:00.003-04:002015-10-27T07:28:53.187-04:00

Discouragement has found it’s home upon my shoulders and whispers in my ear once again. I keep swatting at him as I would a fly that buzzes around my head, but to no avail his nagging still tugs at my shirttails. Why has he come, I ask myself as I sit in the stillness of the night unable to sleep.  The answer does not arrive quickly as the clock ticked at the midnight hour. So

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I sit here this early morning in awe of a God who loves me. He is such an amazing Father. He breaths life into me each and every day no matter what my circumstance. I know some might look at my life and say I have everything and it also would be easy for others to think I am in want of nothing. This statement is completely true. But it is not because of the material things I have been

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-70125443611503156682015-06-02T11:34:00.000-04:002015-06-02T11:34:02.629-04:00

The raindrops fall from the limbs as the tree dries in the refreshing breeze. The wind upon my face whispers softly my Savior's sweet touch of love. The morning dove coos in the distance and the birds chatter and add to the beauty of another day given by the great I Am. I sit quietly on the old wicker rocker and take in all the melody and harmony of God's beautiful creation...and it is good

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-89187133460185243302015-03-20T16:21:00.001-04:002015-03-20T16:21:12.438-04:00

 The constant daily act of surrender to God is very difficult to do. We often hear... "be in the world, but not of the world". A very challenging task as a child of God. When we come to this crossroad of life, we have to choose a side...self or God. This sometimes daunting decision is made easier for those who rest solely on the Holy spirit to guide and protect. But

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How many times must I walk this path of shattered glass upon my footsteps? The bleeding from today has not yet stopped and I know a bandage to cover the wound will not heal it. The tears have not come like they have in the past. Anger has replaced them. The pain has never left…it always remains…even after years of brokenness.   I can’t wait until morning. I know somewhere in the

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I am at His mercy once again as tears flood my eyes and roll down my cheeks. The situation is out of my hands. I have no control over it. The questions can’t even be answered until morning breaks. As for now, the moon shines brightly behind me thru the picture window. I wait for dawn to come. I sit here in the quietness of the night as the crickets chirp beyond the screen in the window amidst

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-54158805290415804652014-07-23T09:30:00.001-04:002014-07-23T09:30:44.487-04:00

I have been going through a bit of a growth spurt lately, but I am weary of the waiting. Now, I don't mean a physical growth spurt, but a spiritual one. God is up to something and what bothers me most is I don't know the plan. I know ALL He does is for my good even though the "good" is hard to see at the present moment. I have been reminded very often of Romans 8:28 a little more than I would

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-60210151678811757092014-07-14T11:07:00.000-04:002014-07-15T07:52:49.019-04:00

I heard a pastor on television state yesterday that becoming Christ like was the reason we become Christians.  It might have not been his exact words, but that is how I remember it. Although I agree we are to become more Christ like once we make Him Lord of our life, I do not believe it is the main reason God wants us to become one of His children. Some how...somewhere...we lost the art of

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-54405035946531871682014-06-24T01:57:00.002-04:002014-06-24T01:57:52.691-04:00

I am tired and weary of the battle and the armor with which I adorn myself with each day is heavy on my body. I am slow to rise and so easily fall. The battle that rages within the confines of the grey matter of my mind seems difficult to overcome. The walls press in and my arms shake as I try with all my might to keep them from crushing me. I am now awake in the midnight hour as sleep

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-19326290439428443012014-05-26T09:22:00.000-04:002014-05-26T09:24:35.273-04:00

I was reminded today of a very familiar smell. It was the fragrance of the beautiful lilac. As I walked, the sweet aroma filled my soul and I turned to find just where the flower was planted.  I had passed the shrub already, but admired the soft lavender color. It reminded me of my grandma Bowser. She had an amazing white lilac bush planted in her front yard. Every spring it would bloom

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Is it possible to be peaceful and yet have anxiousness and worry loom over you as humidity does on a hot summer’s day? I am quite certain the Lord has sighed many a times over my half baked faith. I have slumped into a silly pile of self pity wondering why I feel the way I do. I have become a two year old child who throws a temper tantrum in dramatic fashion with tears and wailing because I

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  The trees branches still remain harshly naked without even a bud to be seen or a glimpse of green and though it was  warm today, the wind begins to billow as a wintery mix will fall upon us tomorrow. Will the warm weather ever come to stay? Will I soon sit outside with the sun rays falling upon my cheeks as I listen to the birds sing the song of summer? My heart to longs for

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311183798189814744.post-33590525326714915852013-11-13T21:23:00.002-05:002013-11-13T21:28:36.246-05:00

I just finished watching the movie “The Polar Express” with my children. It is one of our favorite Christmastime movies. At the end, the little boy gets his ticket punched with the word, “believe”. Of course the movie was talking about Santa Claus, but my mind went straight to John 3:16… “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not

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The last two weeks have been an avalanche of great sorrow and taking refuge in the sweet presence of King Jesus has helped give me certain peace amidst the ebb and flow of the waves of life which sometimes crash ashore and leave me gasping for air, disoriented, and confused. I thought I was doing well with the recent tragic death of my 22 year old nephew. The sad situation has layer upon

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  There is a struggle going on deep within my soul. I want God to win. But I have been down this lonely path so many times in the past…and each time it returns I get wearier of the tug and pull upon my heart. I believe at times I could lock the door to my home and just become a hermit…isolated from the world. Becoming a nun (which is impossible for me at this point in my life for more

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