Even when the storms try to pull us from His grasp, even when our souls are weak, He never lets go. We need to because He never will.
The older I get, the more I’m learning to roll with the tide. It’s all temporary.
Our woes and worriesweigh us down,heavy,tearful,until they become a dwelling place. Woe is me,this home of mine. While we ride the woe coaster,He watches,He loves,He sits on the porchlonging for usto come sit with Him. His love is so greatand the size of our woes doesn’t change it.It is what it is.His love.He is who He
If I get it on my mind that it will be a miracle if I live just 25 more years, I will panic. There’s not enough time left to go all the places I want to go and do all the things I want to do! At least that’s what my brain says. Then I
Here’s my review: read it! I am a big Viola Shipman fan. I feel like all of her books are Hallmark movies I get lost in and even though I can kind of hope what’s coming, I love the journey to get there! This is probably my favorite so far of all the books I’ve
Well, one of my all-time favorite authors did it again. Eternal is a great read, full of history, and rich in the characters and their story line. It is bittersweet, and yes, difficult to read at times because it is based during the horrific period of WWII, but you will fall in love with the
If grace had a face, we would see it every day.It shows itself in moments and in the simplest ways. A baby’s smile, a cashier who’s so sweet,a Pastor who preaches, and teachers who teach. A Mama who hugs on her babies so much,the lady at church with the gentlest touch. Or how about the
All those many years ago, they arrived hoping to have a place to stay.The innkeeper told them there was no room at the inn.He offered them his stable and the family was forgotten as they walked away.It was destiny that our Savior was born in a manger beneath the stars. The child who was turned
Below is a story I am entering in my first ever writing contest. I want to challenge myself ! We were given a required word count along with a prompt which is – someone wakes up on a train with no idea how they got there, no ticket, and it doesn’t appear to be stopping.
Sort of a rambling here but you know me. I was sitting on my porch this week watching it rain, listening, and it sounded so beautiful. If you love rain like I do, you’re a Pluviophile like me! That’s my new word this week. Anyway, I was sitting there thinking about a dozen things I
I wanted everything to be perfect this Christmas. We’d made plans for the 23rd almost a year ago, I sent reminders throughout the year, reminded everybody at Thanksgiving. I was the most excited and hopeful I’d been for the holiday in a few years. Our children were all coming, the blending of which is still
I read a quote a while back and can’t remember now exactly how it went but the idea of it has stuck with me for weeks. It’s about love and how we can feel it but not touch it. When it rains, we can feel it physically. We can dance in it, feel nourished by