spiritual walk

I’ve heard it said, and I have experienced it myself, that as we get older, we tend to be unable to sleep through the night. Even though studies show that the body requires 4 hours of sleep AND then the brain requires another 4 hours of sleep...

I figure, I’m a pretty good prize to my husband – maybe even his joy. And I think my kids and grandkids still look at coming to Gramma’s house as a prize and full of happy times. But I doubt the King of England would consider me such...

I’d like to take us back to a scripture – a Psalm – a song – a praise – a reminder that no matter what I am facing – and no matter what you are facing – we are not alone. And not only are we not alone, but the One with us is able...

This verse slapped me across the face last week. I read it the day after I'd had a pretty bad day in my spirit. The good news is, I knew what I needed to do – run to Jesus. The bad news is...

There were many national proclamations for giving thanks. But it wasn’t until Abraham Lincoln’s Proclamation of 1863, that Thanksgiving took hold in these United States of America. It’s important to note that we were literally in the middle of our nation’s Civil War.

We showed up at the dealership and after paying for the repair, they escorted us back through a huge junkyard behind the dealership where they had towed the truck. It was against a fence at the very back of the junkyard. Just seeing the truck sucked us dry of every ounce of faith.

Heading south on Rt. 23, we saw our first rainbow. It was pretty. But at that point, we had no idea what promise God was giving us that day. After only 45 minutes our truckload became too much of a taskmaster for our rear tire and it gave up the ghost...

I recently read a memory-story of when my 3-year-old daughter was very excited about getting to visit her grandparents. She naturally asked “When?”, “Now?!” And we told her that we would be going “in 3 weeks”. And so every day, she would ask “is it 3 weeks yet?!”

Have you ever been in the pits?  Big pit?  Little pit?  Did you fall in your own pit?  Or did you get thrown into someone else’s pit? If we live long enough, I think we all end up in the pits at some point.

Micah is not a book of the Bible that I often think of or hear about. So in my studies of it, I was surprised at how relevant it seemed. I could’ve heard much of his lament on the evening news - - there is no cluster of grapes to eat, not one upright person remains, everyone lies in wait to shed blood...