what do you see . . . ?
With them, I looked and saw a blurred jumbled mess of nothing. Without them, I looked and saw tiny, run-of-the-mill …
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am I willing . . . ?
Seasons come. Seasons go. Bitter cold. Glorious warmth. Stifling heat. Crisp cool. Fall is such a welcoming season. Cooler temperatures …
Under His wings . . .
Some days, it comes out of nowhere. Slams into my joints like it thinks it owns me. Casts a shadow …
coming to drink . . .
I knew it had been a while, but didn’t realize it had been 53 days since my last post . …
there is a fountain . . .
George W Truett Theological Seminary on the campus of Baylor University holds a very special place in my heart. Could …
new life . . .
Spring, though slow to come this year, is finally here. Where I live, spring’s arrival is marked by shimmering green leaves, …
All to Jesus . . .
All to Jesus I surrender; all to Him I freely give. I will ever love and trust Him, in His presence …
all creation is singing . . . will we join the refrain?
All the earth will worship and sing praise to God . . . sing praises to His name. Ps 66:4 …
determined . . .
It has been unseasonably cold here this winter. Colder, longer. Wind chill temperatures several mornings in the single digits. Creatures …
a place of dependence . . .
Our church staff gathers once a week to share and pray over personal needs. My request stemmed from yesterday’s steroid …
