My Child

We like to take pride in our independent spirit. Heck, it has always seemed to be the natural American way! Often, we don’t like to have to ask for help or show we are depending on others (at times I’m afraid that includes God). We “cowboy up” and we do it with a somewhat delightful

Getting Older

Come on, sing it with me….”Your toe bone is connected to your foot bone, Your foot bone is connected to your ankle bone, Your ankle bone is connected to your leg bone, Your leg bone is connected to your knee bone, Your knee bone is connected to your thigh bone, Your thigh bone is connected

Let Faith Arise

  Have any of you ever felt forsaken or that you’ve been left alone to handle some type of whirlwind seeped in confusion?  Are you feeling the strain of trying to hold on without any kind of explanation after the blow of a misunderstanding with a relationship that was once so dear- maybe has soured and

Centered in the Hollow of HIS Hand

Who among us doesn’t feel bombarded with the daily struggles that push and pull against us trying their best to stumble us along our path? The very rapid in-coming temptations, the exhausting drawn- out trials seem as though they could choke the very life from us. The variety of these battles enters and lashes against

I Call On You, My Lord

There are moments in grief (okay, many moments) when your emotions bear down upon you with an intensity and strength in a way which the very ocean shoreline receives it’s crashing waves. These waves of unscheduled grief wash in and over your day with an unbearable pain from the ripple effect of loss. For some

Your Alabaster Jar

Is there a more stirring passage from scripture of the approachability in the person of Jesus Christ, than that of the image of a broken woman weeping over her sins at the feet of Jesus?  He receives not only those tears, her changed heart… but also the out- pouring of her expensive oil. This fragrant