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”
Lord, how majestic is Your Name over all the earth! You are excellent in all Your ways. When I can’t trace Your hand, I can always trust Your heart. When I want to give up, You empower me to persevere.
For Your heart is towards me, Your child.
Finally, after a soaking rain, the sun shone through the crisp blue of the summer sky. The rain had ushered in cooler air – perfect for an afternoon walk. I rounded the curve near the meadow. My spirit stirred and I began to sing The Old Rugged Cross – a hymn that has...
Lord, You truly are my Way-Maker. What You say You will do, You will do. In Your timing. In Your way You will light the next step for us.
Give me courage to take the next step, even though the road is foggy up ahead. I see shadows of possibility in the mist — something is there, but I can’t see it clearly.
Sweat dripped profusely after two hours of weeding my flower gardens. I left nothing hidden — no roots for those darn weeds. Nothing. I wiped my brow with a cold cloth and plopped onto my porch swing. A gentle breeze passed by. A glass of ice cold water quenched my thirst.
But my body wasn’t the only thing thirsty. So was my spirit. It had been a long while since I had lapped with abandon at the river of Living Water.
Lord, You are my hope, my strength, my joy. In You I find rest. In You I find a sure place — a steady, consistent place of refuge I can depend upon, especially when the storms of life rage.
Thank You for Your abiding presence that soothes my fears, that conquers my insecurities. You are amazing.
I remember choosing the blue crayon — cobalt. The color of deep sky reaching the heavenly heights.
Placing my grandson’s tiny hand on the construction paper, I carefully traced his hand — every nook, every curve, every detail I could possibly capture.
A memory I could always hold.
Lord, You are my light and my salvation, my refuge and my strength. Darkness is seeping into every corner of the world, it seems. But I know You are with us. When I’m groping in the dark trying to find You, You light the way for me. Your abiding presence brings me comfort, for You are sovereign, in control. And You are aware.
Some days fear and uncertainty try to overtake me, making it harder to find You as I’m groping in the dark. My hand is fumbling, seeking the familiarity of Your touch.
The broom raked across the hardwood floor, scattering breakfast crumbs in its wake. My body went through the motions of daily routine, but my mind was wandering through the murky waters searching for God.
Trials of life were taking their toll. Hope for a secure future raced down a road leading through dark shadows and angry branches of despair.
“Nan,” I heard the Lord whisper to my weary spirit, “Come and sit with Me awhile.”
Lord, You are Truth. Your words override anything else going on in my life. Your truth calms my anxious heart, my insecurities, my despair.
When anxiety screams, let me hear Your voice over the waves of fear. Open the eyes of my heart to see You, and only You.