A friend was talking about the sweet, tender heart of his young son as he was asking questions about salvation. I'm not sure of his age, but I believe him to be in kindergarten or first grade.
God deals in a special way with children who grow up in a Christian home. This is especially true of families who are in the ministry and their children, who have been in church nearly every time the doors were open from the time they were babies. These kids often spend countless
I am blessed to have several options that pay well when it comes to career choices. God knew just where I would be at this point in my life. I sure didn't. I've told you before, if I had made a list of the ten thousand things that could possibly befall me throughout the rest of my life, what really happened to me would not have made that list. There's not even the slightest possibility.
But here I am. And I think about that almost every day. God knew. He had it all
Amazing things are happening to me. Things that could only be the Lord. And I really mean only. Things that I could not plan out or plot if I sat and thought and schemed for a week long without sleeping.
Now, I have to tell you that I still sit and plan and scheme. I battle it every day. I try to make it seem spiritual. 'What should I do, Lord? Plan A or Plan B or Plan C? I know it has to be one of those. Those are my three possible options.
I am sitting here thinking about all of the little things that God does to encourage me. Small things that make me smile.
People explain away the hand of God by calling it coincidence. Even big things, like Sarah's Story. They say (or think) that it was just a matter of chance and that I'm really quite lucky to have such good fortune. I have been told that I need to play the lottery because of my luck.
Ha! If I ever bought even one lottery ticket I fear what would
Today I will feature a blog post written by my sweet daughter, Sarah. If you are just now jumping in to my blog, you are going to want to go back and read a series of posts telling of the miracle that she and I shared together four years ago. You can find Part Four here, and that will lead you to the rest.
One day while I was recovering from my surgery, I was walking towards the entrance of a grocery store. My walking was very slow those first couple of weeks after surger
Yesterday I mentioned God's mercy in the storm. The storm was the hurricane that recently passed our way.
After it was over, I noticed several posts on facebook concerning the damage done. There were more than five-hundred people who lost their lives in Haiti. In case you are a new reader, I will tell you that the nation of Haiti holds a very special place in my heart. I just returned a few weeks ago from Hispaniola after a visit with my missionary friends.
And so, I
Last week we had a storm. Now, I talk a lot about storms, but I am usually discussing the personal kind. The kind where life grabs you by the shirttail and tosses you around until you don't know what end is up. The kind of storm that always has a spiritual application and a great lesson to be learned. The kind of storm that causes you to run to the Lord (or, for some, sadly, away from Him) and hide under His protective wings.
This was not that kind of storm. This was
I awoke this morning to a howling. A huge, loud howling! It sounded like a freight train was coming through. It took me a few moments to remember. But then I did. Hurricane Matthew!
I am in Florida, twenty-three miles from the ocean. And my particular part of the east coast of Florida was going to be hit the hardest if the eye of the storm made landfall. Well, technically, that beach is not mine. It's God's. Hmmm.
But they were saying last night that there was
There is a storm heading our way. A hurricane that has crossed the Caribbean and has passed through Cuba. Many lost their lives in Haiti. So many there are very poor and their meager shelter offered little protection from the storm. They are just ill-prepared. Sadness!
The forecast map for where it will make landfall on the east coast of Florida has been all over the place, with many stating the obvious-- that the projection map looks like the scribbling of a toddler.
I love myself. I think I'm grand.
When I go to movies, I hold my hand.
I put my arm around my waist,
And when I get fresh, I slap my face! My mom used to recite this little rhyme when I was a little girl. Now that I think about it, it was probably meant to be a lesson for her children. Or maybe she was just trying to be funny. When I was a child, I thought of it as her theme song. Lol. My mom had been an only child and had problems in this area.
Self. How easy it i