But One Life to Live
December 15, 2018 I remember discovering I would much rather be shown I was loved than being told I was loved. Actions speak louder than words. Show me – don’t tell me. Some of us were talking recently, discussing our current relationship with God. This relationship today looks nothing like it did decades ago or
Psalm 119:147 I get up before the sun rises. I cry out for help. I’ve put my hope in your word. October 31, 2018 This month is all but gone. On October 1, I accepted a challenge in a writer’s group I belong to and committed to writing and posting on my blog for
Romans 12:12 When you hope, be joyful. When you suffer, be patient. When you pray, be faithful. Instructions from the book of life. Life has a way of convincing us there is no way those words written a few thousand years ago could apply to our lives today. We look around at every thing we
Psalm 57:10-11 Great is your love. It reaches to the heavens. Your truth reaches to the skies. God, may you be honored above the heavens. Let your glory be over the whole earth. For this, I’m grateful. I’m a cloud watcher. Maybe because growing up on a farm it was what we did.
Ephesians 6:24 May grace be given to everyone who loves our Lord Jesus Christ with a love that will never die. These agave plants grow plentiful on my property in Honduras. Well over six feet tall, the thorns on the end are brutally painful when they come in contact with our fragile human skin. Hurts
Revelation 21:4 He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or sadness. There will be no more crying or pain. Things are no longer the way they used to be.” “Oh Nana! It hurts. It hurts so bad!” “Hold on little princess. Let’s look at that knee. Let
• I’ve always been fascinated with the beauty of sunflowers. So many things about them connect me to God, the Creator of all living. I am reminded of His Light when I see the transparency of the petals allowing it to penetrate. These flowers lift their faces up to the sun to the source
The friendships God has brought into my life continue to humble and amaze me. Today, Elizabeth Vinturella is guest posting and I am certain you will be blessed to let her words on grief and anxiety pour over you and into your hearts. May God’s blessings abound! “But, how will I do Thanksgiving Day without
We returned to Mandeville Thursday night. Katrina had made landfall the previous Monday. On Friday morning, I awakened early – about 6 am.I went out to the garage to get a bottle of water, then decided to sit in the driveway and pray, begging and pleading with God to use us – to guide us