A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I know that title may sound a little like I’m tooting my own horn…because I’m a mom too…but I am really thinking of the moms I’ve observed over the years, mostly those who’ve walked the path ahead of me and seemed to navigate the snap back curves a…
Blessed Assurance: Jesus is Mine.
I knew the words, but the assurance took some years to master. Jesus was always mine, but knowing how much I could have was a clouded sky.
Oh what a foretaste of glory divine.
Setting foot outside the door o…
Come Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redee…
Exodus 20:25 “If you make an altar of stone for Me, you shall not build it of cut stones, for if you wield your tool on it, you will profane it.”
The altar of the Old Testament was a representation of worship. It was where sacrifice was made,
What is more horrible than feeling unloved?
What is more awful than being ignored, ridiculed or rejected?
What is more empty than loneliness?
There is something.
I sat still today and thought. I thought about how hard it is to react rightly…
We had a great week in Florida and I ate some things I shouldnta ate. I ate some good stuff too though. I made these…
…the week before I left, and they were pretty much awesome. I made them in Florida too. I couldn’t find my mother-in-law’s mu…
Years ago, I walked into a room at church and as I approached a friend, I noticed how nice she looked. Her golden hair looked silky smooth, her blue eyes were shining and her fair skin looked amazing. Her red sweater seemed to set it all off for her.
My friend Heather is a remarkable talent. Her eye for peaceful colors, environments and vignettes is very, very keen. She recently posted a photo on facebook of a small table display that included a tall glass vase with dirt in the bottom and white tu…
“For You did form my inward parts; You did knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I will confess and praise You for You are fearful and wonderful and for the awful wonder of my birth! Wonderful are Your works, and that my inner self knows right well.…
Owen was quiet and thoughtful on the way home from church last night. When I asked them all who had a good time he was hesitant and finally said, “I had a bad night in ministry team.”
Nine years of lanky growth and not a bit of it strong enough to h…