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”
I struck the match and pressed its flame against the candle wick. Within moments, a globe of fire consumed the string and burned bright. I watched as the flame grew stronger, melting the aromatic candle.
The more melting occurred, the stronger the fragrance — the farther its reach as the aroma of Caramel Pecan permeated the room.
Closing my eyes, I leaned back and sat still, waiting on the Lord, for I knew He wanted to show me something.read more
O God, You are my God. You are my Refuge, my Strong-Tower. You are the One on whom I depend because You are faithful and trustworthy. My heart feels battered, my spirit worn, but You are my strength — the One on whom I lean for support.
You tell us to come to You when we are weary and heavy-laden. That’s how I feel Lord — heavy-laden, carrying burdens that are not mine to carry.read more
Chatter is in a constant stream from radios and newscasters. Emergency-management press conferences continually come across the airwaves. Universities are sending students home. Schools are closing. Folks evacuating…
All because of a hurricane named Florence — a storm of biblical proportions.
Florence spins like a monstrous chainsaw cutting a path through the Atlantic ocean dead-aimed at the coast of the Carolinas. She has no respect for life. No respect for property. And just like Harvey that hit Texas last year, her plans are to stall once she comes onshore, creating catastrophic flooding from the shore to our mountains.
It looks bad, folks.
But wait a minute … I’m a child of God.read more
Lord, I know there is a river flowing straight from Your heart into mine — replenishing, renewing, sustaining. Thank You.
You, Yourself, are the Living Water.
Your Holy Spirit flows over and through and around the broken, difficult places in my heart bringing healing and refreshment for a weary soul.read more
Her face, drawn and dim, spoke of the suffering that wracked her body. Shoulders bent over in defeat. Eyes, familiar with the sparkle of life, glazed over — the light snuffed out. Tears trickled down cheeks that once knew the rosy blush of powder and rouge, now pale from pain.
“I can’t do this anymore,” she said. “Please don’t pray for me. There is no point. God doesn’t care. If He cared He would have taken this suffering away by now. He would have stopped me from having the surgery.”read more
Lord, Your goodness and grace sustain me. Your faithfulness undergirds me and fills me with the courage to face each day — peace to rise above what this world throws my way.
Teach me to really cast my cares on You because they are too great for me to carry.
Through Your Word, remind me who You are: my Way-Maker, Miracle-Worker, my Provider, and Protector. You are my Peace, my Strong-Tower, my Refuge, and Redeemer. You are my God and You are for me, not against me.read more
The sun lowered itself across the Sea of Galilee, filling the sky with ribbons of tangerine. Jesus sat on a large boulder high upon the mountain with its gentle slope ending on the water’s edge. Dust from the arid landscape kicked up from time to time and swirled at his feet.
Far below Him, the disciples rowed their boat across the sea. Their destination? Bethsaida. Jesus would join them later.read more
Lord, You amaze me with Your love and Your longsuffering. I don’t know how You do it, Lord — how You are so patient with us in our sanctification process. I guess that’s what makes You God, and not me. Thank goodness!
You’re teaching me a lot about Your grace and, though the lessons are hard, I’m thankful that I’m learning.
And I’m thankful that very slowly I am changing, evolving into Your likeness.
I’m thankful that You are molding me into a vessel for Your honor and Your glory.
Without the grace of God, none of these things would be possible.read more
Sunlight blazed from the summer sky filling the earth with heaven’s light. Blue and I walked along our country road — Blue sniffing out critters, me whispering prayers and finding refuge beneath my Father’s wing.
The Spirit of God made His Presence known all about me as the gentle breeze whispered through the pines. The Father of Lights cast exquisite sunbeams filtering through the canopy of interlocked pine, oak, and elm. Birds called from the treetops. White-tail deer sprinted from the creek into the forest’s safety.read more