I read a quote by a young, black intellectual who believed that full racial equality would never happen in America. He felt the opposite of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in regards to the Dream ever being realized. The sense of hopelessness struck me forcefully, for when hope is gone, what is left? When a... Continue Reading →
People ask me what kind of person I am, meaning do I see the glass as half-full or half-empty? I tell them that I am just thankful to have a glass with something in it. I have come to understand that how we view what we have in this life is all about the perspective.... Continue Reading →
Douglas and I were headed to the grocery store, when I spotted a sight that seemed so incongruous to me: cotton fields. On both sides of the road were fields of white that looked as though it had snowed. It was a beautiful sight, one that really touched my soul, not because of the whiteness... Continue Reading →
I remember a time when I did not patiently endure what was happening in my life, so mad I was at God for a child's suffering that I could not pray. Thankfully, God sent an angel who prayed for my son and me, and everything ended well. In the psalm today, Psalm 39, David was... Continue Reading →
I wrote this on the Humble Word Nerd blog, but it fits so wonderfully the goals of this blog that I decided to share it. I hope you enjoy it, and that you are encouraged by it. It is written for the Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: sky and God.
Sitting at the window, looking out on the snowy forest behind her house, Judith sighed deeply, feeling the coldness in her heart and soul. Tears flowed down her face and tumbled from her chin unto her bed. She felt as though no one in the world cared for her, not one living soul. Her parents... Continue Reading →
It would be easy for me to believe that maybe God is not so good, especially as I have suffered so much loss, pain, and trouble. But in the triumphs in my life, I have experienced God's unfailing love, protection, healing, and provision. Knowing that I have not done anything to deserve His help, I... Continue Reading →
Saying you feel blessed is relative. This means that we don't generally think in terms of being blessed until we speak to someone in a worst situation than we find ourselves, which is what happened to me. As I approach my 67th birthday in 10 days, I am so grateful for the modicum of health... Continue Reading →
I had been baptized at nine years old, but I had never truly prayed to God out of a serious need for help until I experienced domestic abuse as a teenager. His answering my prayers convinced me further of the love of God. Last week, we examined Psalm 107, verses 1-22, and this week, I... Continue Reading →
As I sit lookiñg out on the Mediterranean Sea, I think of how blessed I am to just be alive. Never in my wildest dreams when I was a twenty-something young wife and mother of four children who was nearly beaten to death did I think that one day I would travel the world enjoying... Continue Reading →
