Increasing Weight.
I wrote the following article a while ago, feeling weighted down by a grandson’s ongoing health problems. I’m still shouldering that weight – and yet another – the illness of my son. Sometimes the weight of both is so burdensome, I feel I can’t breathe – I can’t sleep. It’s heavy. But let’s read on . . .
It’s one thing. Or another. You know. For you, it’s a certain situation – a health issue, a break in a relationship – whatever.
The Fishing Pole
Wait! First I Need My Helmet.
I post on my Facebook Author’s page every day, most often using photos or Bible verses, or “sayings” that have spoken to me. Sometimes I select the postings days in advance, scheduling them for a later time. After the post is published, I review it, as though I haven’t seen it before.
And always – it speaks anew to me, especially as I renew it today, in the battle I am now facing.
Who is Touching You?
Today, I was reading about Jesus. It’s the story of Jesus at a dinner. All four gospel writers record it. Perhaps you’ve heard it – or read it.
A woman comes in to the house where the dinner is held, obviously uninvited, and she opens a very expensive bottle of perfume and anoints Jesus with it.
It’s your heritage!
The gift has been offered.
It’s your heritage!
Have you received it yet?
Some of you have read about my heritage – the amazing heritage left by my parents, a godly man and a godly woman, who, together, honored the Lord and prayed for their family – their children, grandchildren, great grandchildren . . .
Perhaps you didn’t have godly parents. You might feel left out.
Well, don’t!
Favor of the Father – It’s Raining upon Me
From a Whisper to a Roar
Today I came across a short journal entry I’d written one morning years ago:
“I slept well last night, which I so needed, as my body has been fighting an illness. I thought I would feel refreshed this morning but instead, I feel discouraged and depressed. Not because of the illness, I’m sure – although one thing does add to another- but because of a different, ongoing situation very close to me that doesn’t seem to be getting better in spite of days, weeks, and months of prayer.”
Waiting like Elizabeth – Advent Awaits
