A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
The moment each of my boys were born I whispered something to them. “Jesus love you.” Above anything else, above my own love for them, above their own esteem, I want them to know that Jesus loves them.
Some may consider it cliché, some might consid…
Psalm 25:21
Sometimes the road has climbs that don’t make sense. There are valleys that seem out of place considering our quest.
The wide and accommodating makes more sense and the level and paved road is much more appealing.
I am amazed a…
Hi friends! I thought I’d just post a quick note here stating my current condition. I’m not writing.
It’s not writers block. I’ve never had that. It’s not a time to take a break. I have no issues I have to deal with. I just have a busy schedule…
Leaning on Jesus (the everlasting arms)
“I don’t know how to do this?”
“I don’t know what I would do if I lost my mom.”
Loss requires an infilling
Josie’s Song
“You are the called and the chosen
No longer bound by your fear
Stand with y…
Leaning on the family of God
meals for family that had a baby
counsel
We are blessed “because we have a church and we have a pastor who tells the truth.” – Owen
loss, grief, pain, disability,
opportunity, support, encouragement, growth,…
I grew up in a good home. I had great parents. The kind of parents you can look to for advice, encouragement and support. They satisfied the main requirements of good parents in my mind. They loved God in front of me, they loved each other in front o…
True to Life Tuesday. I was thinking last night that I might start a series of posts on reality. The down to earth, laundry piled in the corner, crumbs under the table, dust on the television sort of posts. Not as an opportunity to whine, but as a bas…
The last part of our trip was spent as a group of tourists. We packed everything up Sunday morning and climbed on the bus for a four hour drive to Agra to see the Taj Mahal. The trip there was full of interesting sights. Monkey’s on the side of the ro…
Saturday in India was our last day with the children. We had so much fun with them, singing, dancing, laughing and playing. They were so beautiful, happy and well behaved. The wind had picked up that morning and there were some threatening clouds…
Friday night’s service was something I’ll remember always. The faces, the sounds, the tears, the joy and the unyielding confidence that rose from being where I was meant to be. As I mentioned I learned late in the game what I was supposed to speak on.…