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 slid the dish into the warm sudsy water, but my mind was a million miles away — certainly not on the breakfast dishes. Peering out the window over the kitchen sink, I noticed two sparrows perched on a long extended tendril of the grapevine that had stretched itself into the apple tree and wound itself through the barren branches ripe for spring.
The birds appeared to be so peaceful. Calm. Content.
Lord, You are my Refuge and Strength. You are the song in my darkest night of fear and despair.
You are my peace.
Remind me of this as You bathe me in Your perfect peace. When I seek You, I find You. When I find You, I find peace.
I closed my eyes against the forceful fears of the Coronavirus and spoke quietly, “Jesus… Jesus…”
There really is something about that Name.
Lord, my soul longs for Your touch, for Your presence — Your light in my shadows of suffering.
You are well acquainted with suffering and for that I am thankful. I’m thankful because You understand my heart. My suffering pales in comparison to others, and yet my spirit is troubled and I lack peace.
Oyster gray was the color of that March afternoon — the sky, my thoughts, and my heart. It was as though dullness permeated everything about me and all that lay within me.
I felt separated from God.
Lord, how can it be that You love me so much? How can it be that You know all that concerns me and You delight in meeting my needs? I trust You, Lord. Really, I do. Help me cast my burdens on You.
They are too much for me to carry.
I rounded the curve along the meadow’s edge, pressing into the blustery breeze. Dark clouds hovered overhead as treetops swayed to the rhythm of the wind.
Rain was coming.
I pulled the collar of my jacket a little tighter.
Sometimes a girl just has to press in, keep one foot stepping in front of the other, and move forward.
O Lord, how I love You! I am so thankful for Your grace, Your mercy, Your abiding presence that soothes my restless thoughts.
My soul longs to know You more, to love You deeper.
I want to grow in the knowledge of You, but mostly I long to be Your friend.
I opened the well-worn devotional and strove to garner strength for the day. The reflection was on the necessity of spending time in God’s presence, of relishing the beauty of His holiness, and soaking in His grace.
But it was the last sentence that penetrated my heart:
“He walks in glory on the hills and longs for men [and women] to join Him there.”