Lord, I have found my hope in You — my hope of salvation, my hope of life everlasting, and hope for the needs of my heart. Yes, I have hope … most days. But sometimes, when the battle is fierce, I catch doubt sneaking around the corner.
I don’t want to be tossed about like a feather in the wind. I want to be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in my faith and the hope I have placed in You.
Either I believe … or I don’t.
Read More
The night was filled with tossing and turning, framed by restless thoughts. The day had been challenging with many difficult situations causing my lack of peace to ooze into my night.
Rising before dawn, I grabbed a strong cup of coffee and stared out the window at the dark shroud of night — that magical time just before the rising of the sun. The earth lay still. Peaceful. Immersed in the sound of silence.
Read More
Lord, I love the knowledge of Your sovereignty. I love the fact that You are the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. But I’m here in the middle, waiting, wondering … hoping for a heavenly response to my need.
Give me eyes to see, Lord. Give me tenacious faith to wait, perseverance to hope.
Read More
Just inside Daddy’s garden shed, beside the door, was a nail — a nail in a sure place reserved for Daddy’s cap. His baseball cap stained with sweat and garden soil could always be found hanging on that nail.
Unless, of course, the cap was on his precious bald head.
Read More
Lord, I’m so thankful to be Your child. Your love is from everlasting to everlasting. Set me apart, Lord — You have called me to be holy as You are holy. You have called me to be in this world, not of this world. This can only happen by embracing sanctification.
But can it wait just a little bit longer? Sanctification is not easy. It requires me to die to self, to crucify the flesh. And that’s hard.
Read More
One of my hostas broke through the cold, hard dirt of winter too early this year. Its location circling the old juniper receives constant sun and faces south. I suppose this little guy got confused and pushed its way through the protective soil before winter had completely lost its grip. In his haste, he was rushing spring.
This determined hosta sprouted about four inches, its tightly wound leaves pointing like spikes toward the sky. The other hostas forming a circle around the juniper lay dormant, safe beneath the blanket of soil, waiting for the appointed time to emerge.
Read More
“Preserve me, O God, for in You I have put my trust.” ~ Psalm 16:1, NKJV...
Read More
Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference
Learn to be fully aware of the Lord's presence in your life with my new resource,