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”
Just breathe on me, Lord, and my strength will be renewed. Cup my face in Your hands and resuscitate my weary spirit with Your breath of life.
Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but You promise to deliver us out of them all. You warned us that in this world we would have tribulations — times of crushing, chaos, and confusion — but to be encouraged because You have overcome the world.
It feels like a whirlwind, doesn’t it? Every day is wrought with chaos, confusion, and despair. Every day is rife with hopelessness. Dim, empty eyes stare beyond the masks in their search for peace.
I grabbed my jacket and took off for a much needed walk. The periwinkle sky of November illuminated the remaining red and yellow leaves of fall. Sunshine bathed me in warmth as I labored up the hill to the white clapboard church where a bench awaited me.
Lord, You are high and lifted up. You are holy, sovereign, and You are God — OUR God. Search us and know our anxious thoughts that ravage our minds and steal our peace.
You are our peace.
And You are with us — a very present help in times of trouble.
The morning dew lay heavy upon the grass, glistening drops of refreshment clinging to each blade. In each tiny globe of moisture, the light of a new day reflected like glitter scattered across the field. Searching for renewed hope in God, the tiny beads of light got my attention.
I thought of how the dew was formed — the warm air rising from the earth clashing with the cooler air of descending darkness.
Lord, what a mighty God You are! Faithful and true, merciful and kind. We need You, Lord. Our burdens are heavy, and we’re having a hard time casting all our cares on You.
We are sheep. You are our shepherd. We are not designed to CARRY our burdens — You are. We are designed and instructed to cast them onto You –to throw them towards You like a fisherman with his net.
I pulled my jacket closer to my chin. The fall air felt crisp, even though the sun shone faithfully in the eastern sky. I rounded the curve by the massive sugar maple, its glorious shades of crimson now transitioning to brown — broken pieces of former glory.
While pondering the tree’s recent beauty, I heard a crackling sound at my feet. A multitude of brown, brittle leaves hurried across the road in front of me, ushered by a brisk wind. The crackling was pronounced.
Lord, You have called us to be holy as You are holy. You have called us to steadfast faith in our walk with You, not wavering — being blown about like paper in the wind when the difficult place seeks to devour us.
With You, we can do this — we can remain steadfast.
But without You, steadfast faith runs out the door leaving us in a crumpled mess.
Lord, many are the afflictions of the righteous, but You have promised to deliver us out of them all. And I know You will because I know You are faithful.
So why am I so downcast? Why am I disturbed within with restless thoughts that lead me down a darkened path of doubt and fear and frustration?
I wander in my foggy thoughts, weary steps follow weary steps. I press on, but the mountain is steep. The trail is brutal at times.
Life has been very difficult for a few years now — I know many that have experienced the same. But in the midst of our struggles, God has remained.