A warm welcome to you! Thank you for stopping by. As you read through my pages, I believe you will find that I am just like you—a woman who loves the Lord and cherishes His grace. And, like you, I sometimes grow weary from the journey. I have experienced many difficult places in my life—a brother’s suicide, my mom’s young death, cancer, a prodigal child, extensive unemployment. There have been times when I thought I couldn’t go on. But, God…don’t you love that? But God carried me through and opened my eyes to see Him in my midst. He opened my ears to hear His sweet whispers of love.
Take hope in the knowledge that you are cherished by the One who made you—you are sheltered in the shadow of His wing, close to His heart. It is my prayer that as we get to know one another you, too, will see beyond the veil and will learn to say, “Even so, I walk in the Presence of the Lord”
The blanket of darkness unfolded over the earth as the glory of the sunset descended behind the ridge. Silence fell. Like the glittering diamonds of a tiara, stars appeared one by one until all of heaven declared the glory of the Lord. I wondered, is this how God speaks out of the darkness?
The stars had been there all along, but were hidden by the bright lights and noise of the day.
Lord, You are the Solid Rock on which I stand. You are my strong foundation, my hope, my peace. I’m clinging to You, Lord, but the waves are getting higher.
I feel afraid at times. Overwhelmed.
He was so tiny. All six legs moved in synch as his jaws struggled to carry the beetle delicacy across the porch, down the steps, through the dense foliage of an uncut lawn, and into his ant hill where family and friends waited. He exemplified how to face a giant with grace and ability.
An ant. A tiny, red ant.
Lord, You are simply amazing! From Eden to Golgotha to Glory You remain. You have pursued us with Your love through light and darkness, good and bad, joy and sorrow. You pursue us.
You are faithful.
Trees bare from winter’s chill stand stark and rigid along the mountain slope. They appear as charcoal skeletons void of life. My spirit, weary and worn, searching for hope among life’s shadows, is drawn to the image outside my window.
As the sun comes up, a beam of heavenly light streaks through the trees, casting a golden thread weaving among the barren branches.
It’s a startling sight.
Lord, I love You so much. My greatest desire is to please You, to honor You with my words and actions. My heart is steadfast, but too often my thoughts are not.
Crazy thoughts pop out of nowhere — all the what-ifs, all the reasons for impossibility, inadequacy, and insufficiency.
The old wooden door creaked on its hinges as I gently pushed it open. Inside, beneath the musty shadows of the barn, lay hidden evidence of a life — someone’s story. Some items held value, but many were unwanted, many were simply forgotten, and all were gathering dust from neglect.
The memories lay in darkness, but the opening of the door introduced light, revealing their existence.
Lord, You are my Shepherd. I shall not want. You lead me in paths of righteousness. You lead me in the ways I should go to fulfill Your purposes. I said yes to You, Lord. Now is the time. Everything says go … except my feet.
My feet are stuck in fear.
I tossed and turned as dreaded feelings of captivity washed over me. I pulled the covers tighter as the nightmare consumed me — the imaginary chains yanking on my ankles, keeping me bound in dark and painful circumstances.
My circumstances were hard to understand.
They seemed to have no end.