To receive my latest blog post register here:
I never give out email addresses to anyone and you can unsubscribe anytime. All you have to do is subscribe to my blog.
He Bandages Our Wounds
Often in our lives we have hurts.
Pentecost Sunday
Whether your church recognizes Pentecost this Sunday or not, you can celebrate it. I encourage you to read about it and thank God for the presence of the Holy Spirit in your life.
Come Home
Home. What kind of picture does that bring up to you?
The Word Gives Life, Precious Gems
Whether you are young or old, the best place you can go to for truth, wisdom, faith and be "equipped" for every good work is God's word.
Little Mary
Whenever someone close to me dies, I am comforted with these words: He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.
A Sure Anchor
Grab on to the anchor. It is trustworthy. It keeps you snugged up to the "trustworthy anchor for our souls."
Be Still and Wait
I don't know where you are or what your circumstances might be, but I can tell you that sometimes we don't need to do anything but wait.
Not His Crime, but Ours
The crowds treated him like a criminal even though he'd done nothing wrong. Yet it wasn't the crowds who put him on a criminal's cross and that he died. It was for my sin. For all humanity's sin.
The Feast
There will be toasts to the bride and groom. Gifts given. And a hearty farewell as the bride and groom escape to their honeymoon and begin their life together.
To the Bride and Groom
I pray you will have a long life together. That you will blend into a beautiful new family. That both of you will honor your vows until one of you leaves this earth.
The Tale of a Baseball Mitt
We all have things in our past that we regret. Usually, we know when we've done wrong.
Happy Friday! Enjoy my Winter Newsletter
Attached, please find my winter newsletter. Let me know what you think of the mysterious cross country skier.
Unfamiliar Paths
That bright Saturday morning, with my daughter Erika, and her two sons, Andrew and Caleb, ages 8 and 9, we took that challenging hike. We'd scrambled up the 4500 feet to the top, walked across the flat, green meadow that was like a table.
The Best
It was a stinging experience, but I remembered that earlier prayer and the answer God gave me.
It’s Daily
Think about it. We can talk about our life that is about seventy-some years in a little over an hour.
Watch and Wait
It's hard to wait. But that's what we are to do.
Old House, New House
What I realized were the memories of that life in the house were the most important. And they're still there, fresh in my mind. The voices. The smells.