God used a “Bird,” a very beautiful “Bird”!
Brilliant. Beautiful. Graceful. Pleasant. Stately. Confident. Cocky.
He couldn’t help being “cocky.“ That’s how God made him, the very peacock that he is (was). Through the years, I’ve witnessed the “cockiness” of the wild turkeys that strut our yards and fields – of the pheasant that crosses the road as though he owns it, which he does! Likewise, it was the innocent, stately, God-given confident “cockiness” that brought about Gary Hancock’s demise yesterday afternoon as he crossed the road he assumed he owned.
The Trip Itself
When we travel to a location, we don’t consider that location to be our “destination.” Instead of a “place,” every mile, every jaunt, of the trip itself is our destination.
… nothing can separate the love of a mother and her daughter
. . . nothing will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:39
Do not park in the front drive.
Do not take anything into the visiting room.
Sit at all times.
Do not touch the glass.
I drive to the jail, which I have passed many times in my life on my way elsewhere, to the grocery store or to school. Today, it is my destination.
A House Where She Belongs
Daddy passed away first and Mama followed him just one month later. I’ve written about it before, and I’m sure I’ll write about it again. But today, I write about something they left behind
#10b Have you ever held a Bear Claw in your lap?
Our second day at Glacier National Park was a bit more relaxing than the first, as we took a lovely drive and a relaxing boat ride. (Read about our first day here.)
There’s a town far north on the west side of the park called Polebridge, just 20 miles from the Canadian border.
I Am His beloved!
I am His beloved!
He loves me!
You are His beloved!
He loves you!
I have loved you with an everlasting love . . .
Jeremiah 31:3
Today, I want to share a wonderful short message about God’s tremendous love and what that love can do for you. It’s amazing! Watch and listen.
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
When I was a little girl, Reverend Robert Lindner held summer Vacation Bible School at our little country church around the corner from our big yellow house. The week before the event, he drove the dusty roads with a megaphone speaker atop his car, announcing the upcoming Bible School, inviting the children as they played in their yards, and creating excitement amongst our farm community!
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!


