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
Lord, I am amazed that You — the Maker of heaven and earth and all that dwells within — that YOU know me by my name! How can that be? And yet, I know it to be true. I have heard Your delicate whisper deep within my soul whispering, “Nan … Nan, come to Me.”
Yes, my spirit has recognized Your still, small voice.
What joy fills my soul when I consider this Truth.
Read More
In the shade of an old chestnut tree the brook babbled with a soulful melody. Cascading across mountain stones, notes of endurance sang out a song of peace. The water seemed alive with perseverance and strength — tenacity — as it carried a timeless breath of life across the mountain hollar.
I thought of the Lord as I sat on the carpet of moss along the brook’s edge.
I thought of His Living Water that flows within us, satisfying our soulful thirst that only the Lord can quench.
Read More
Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference
Offering hope, healing, and freedom from your crushing pain.
Learn to be fully aware of the Lord's presence in your life with my new resource,