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The Thread of Happiness
Are we, as Christians, allowed to want happiness? What does God say about happiness? Was Jesus “happy”? Is it wrong to want to be happy?
Like Vitamins for the Soul
Recently I sat with a precious lady who loves the Lord, loves her husband, loves her family, and yet was feeling the weight of the world on her beautiful shoulders. We talked long about ways to manage challenges and re-focus. Then I asked…
He Makes Me Lie Down
There’s a new song called “Still Waters (Psalm 23)” that has come out recently, and the first verse says, “Write scripture on your heart for when you need it.
To Stand
It’s one of the strengths “whispered” by the bark-covered sentinels that surround our home in the hills. “Having done all this”, what is the “this” Paul is speaking of?
Fix My Eyes
My chest heaved, trying to catch my breath. Flint hit steel within me once more as my gasps sparked another fire, and the inferno raged brighter. I opened my mouth, with every intention to vent this trapped feeling with a scream.
How Are You Waiting?
Waiting is hard. Sometimes we can predict how long we will have to wait but often times, the length of the waiting period is unknown.
When Water Speaks
Water moves….and water moves things. Water saves our lives. Without it our lifespan hours decline drastically. Water inspires us even as it simply does what it was created to do. It moves.
Safe in Our Father's Arms
And just like that, through the simple complexity of ten-minute infant swim lessons, the Lord has opened up yet another part of His heart to me. What He must feel when He hears me cry…
Surrounded by You
Darkness covered the house as night tucked in around those who were falling asleep. In these days, the word of the Lord was rare; shadows were prevalent and this silence felt heavier than it ever had. Until, a voice rang out…
His Treasured Art
Moses was approaching the bush when God calls out to him and then tells him to remove his sandals. In all the times I have read this scripture I was more drawn to the burning bush than the sandals bit, until now.
Can Feather's be Used by God?
It was in the midst of this very private period of grief in my life that God began to comfort me with feathers found lying on the ground.
Thy Kingdom Come,Thy Will Be Done
In the gospels, Jesus refers to us as “little flock” and “my sheep”. We are not much different from toddlers! When it comes to understanding, we do not have that ability.
Fill in the Blank
Our daily lives are filled with countless gifts, possessions, and relationships, big and small - and yet, how often do we stop to reflect on our role as stewards of these blessings?
Are You Singing?
The birds are not actually singing so we humans will hear and enjoy…they sing because that is what they were made to do first thing in the morning and as a believer I like to think it is tied to their own form of worship for their Creator.
A Most Beautiful Way to Live
He didn’t think it would matter. He saw no problem in his decision. He agreed with himself….even though he somehow knew he should keep his decision secreted away. He told no one. For him, to him, it made sense.
On That Mountain
There’s a place by a creek, beside mountains, surrounded by trees, that holds footprints of my children and echos of their voices. This place knows the sounds of our family’s laughter.
Love Laid His Life Down
While we may know the scriptures with our head, to embrace it with our being is an entirely different form of understanding, devotion, and obedience.
The Beauty in Breaking
This past month brought with it a new season - nature awakens from its slumber, and finally, we witness a beautiful dance of new life. Winter held us within long, dark days, and now Spring has come.
The "Best" Reach ... Always
First things first. We can not take hold of anything until we have first reached for it. Then once we have it in our hand, we must choose what to do with it. It’s a simple reality that everything we take hold of, has the potential to either be moved by us or move us.
The Coyote Song
I don’t even remember how old I was. There are so many gaps in the memory my soul holds but the parts I do remember rest in contrasting colors, vivid and deep with no vague pastel hues.