This is NOT my story. It is Charles (Chuck) Colson’s story. It appeared in the January 1995 issue of Guideposts magazine. I’m not sure when I heard it for the first time, but I am sure that over the years it has come to mind many... Read more
This is NOT my story. It is Charles (Chuck) Colson’s story. It appeared in the January 1995 issue of Guideposts magazine. I’m not sure when I heard it for the first time, but I am sure that over the years it has come to mind many... Read more
Fantasy in My World It is that odd transition time between school and summer break; you know, the first week when you don’t have to go but it hasn’t really sunk in yet. To get into the swing of “summer doings,” I have a tradition–faerie gardens. I’m not sure how this got started, but it is a hobby that has deeply touched my inmost creative heart. I am a fan of fantasy, and faerie gardens, faerie stories, and the creative... Read more
Do You Love the Unlovely? The parable is familiar. The message is, too. As Christians, we are charged to love the unlovely. “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger... Read more
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, ... Read more
Dry Bones by Oudsidescape/pixabayEzekiel 37:1-5: The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” I said, “Sovereign Lord, you alone... Read more
image by Vargazs/pixabay I’m tired. Period. It’s the end of the school year, last week was the senior trip to Orlando (lots of action, little sleep), exams are next week … and graduation. Sunday I am teaching the lesson at a local assisted living facility. Two of my grandchildren have birthdays and I need to send gifts. My elderly parents have needs. My house desperately needs to be cleaned. And I’m tired. I’m Fatigued According to Medical News Today,... Read more
Serve Orlando When most people think of Orlando, FL, they think of theme parks, warm weather, and fun family activities; they don’t think of poverty and a huge, homeless population. It’s “the happiest place on earth,” right? However, I just spent several days in Orlando with seven high school seniors and an organization called Serve Orlando, and it was an eye-opener. Serve Orlando arranges room, board, and an itinerary of service for any size group. Here are some of... Read more
Jacob and Esau Genesis 25:29-34 Once when Jacob was cooking stew, Esau came in from the field, and he was exhausted. And Esau said to Jacob, “Let me eat some of that red stew, for I am exhausted!” Therefore his name was called Edom. Jacob said, “Sell me your birthright now.” Esau said, “I am about to die; of what use is a birthright to me?” Jacob said, “Swear to me now.” So he swore to him and sold... Read more
Good People, Too My husband, sister-in-law, and I do a Sunday church service once a month for members of a local assisted living community. We have done it since October of last year, so this past Sunday was our 7th meeting. My husband is a very accomplished pianist, and the residents love to listen to him play. He has developed rather a “fan club,” because he is willing to play, sometimes for a whole extra hour, as long as... Read more
Yesterday, I posted a blog about angels watching over us. It brought to mind this short story that I published years ago. This is the way I perceive angels. This is “Battle (a short story).” Before the Battle Midnight. Martin stands at his post, alert and fidgeting. So far, everything is quiet, but to relax is out of the question. To doze, to drift, to lose focus, could be fatal. The minutes strain by. A jazz number begins to... Read more
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