Life was a muddle. No hope for a change to come. Then, your love saved me. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #149 from Sammicribbles: Muddle om 16 words exactly.
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 wonder if churches today have become so insular that we have forgotten about the ones on the other side of the door needing and wanting to hear our messages of hope and love. So often, when you preach or teach, it is always the people already saved in attendance, thus the saying, "Preaching to... Continue Reading →
On Friday, we went to Faro, which is the main city in the part of the Algarve of Portugal where we are. Because it has an airport, train station, a huge bus terminal, and a marina, the city is big, compared to the little city we are staying in. The diversity of people was greater,... Continue Reading →
If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you how much I worry that many of my grandchildren do not attend church or seem to have faith in God or even know Him. When I asked my daughter and one of my sons why they did not take their children to church as... Continue Reading →
One of my grandchildren's favorite questions when they saw me coming, and especially at Christmas, was, "What did you bring me?" I just laughed, because I did the same thing when I was their ages. But, as I read my Bible one day, I was struck by a woman who was more concerned about what she could... Continue Reading →
I have the opposite of a green thumb, whatever color that might be! I avoid walking through the plant sections in Home Depot or going to flower shops, because as I walk through, things start dying! My husband, Douglas, is just the opposite, for he has a super-green thumb. Anything he plants comes up beautifully... Continue Reading →