Have you ever felt like you needed to see for yourself? That was me as a kid. Always curious. Always testing. Always asking questions. Always wanting to know why or why not. Never satisfied with a โbecause I said soโ response, but I knew that answer was my cue to take my curiosity somewhere else. … Continue reading He Climbed Up To See
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Someone Said Danceโฆ
I LOVE to dance! I always have. I can remember stacking records (45s remember?) on my record player, grabbing my hairbrush, lip-synching the lyrics, and dancing like Cher, in my South Florida bedroom. There didnโt have to be a reason for dancing. I just loved to dance! My dear man and I donโt often have … Continue reading Someone Said Danceโฆ
His Table Is A Feast Table
Let them give thanks to the Lord for His unfailing love and His wonderful deeds for mankind,for He satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things. Psalm 107:8-9 NIV Long after Pharaoh employed Jacobโs son, Joseph, as second in command in Egypt, and long after both men were buried, another Pharaoh ruled over … Continue reading His Table Is A Feast Table
Anticipate the Gathering
Heading southโฆ Itโs time! Get ready. Theyโre on their way! Anticipation. Canadian Thanksgiving is a recent memory, cars are packed, and our northern neighbors are heading back south for winter. This is an exciting time for those of us who have held down the desert fort during the heat of summer. Itโs been quiet since … Continue reading Anticipate the Gathering
How A Picnic Inspired A Lesson on Compassion
Siblings. They can be the best of friends, bunk mates, and fishing partners. But when one jumps into the front passenger seat yelling shotgun for the third time in a week, fireworks might ensue. The oldest argues that the youngest always gets her way. While, coincidentally, the youngest makes her case that the oldest always … Continue reading How A Picnic Inspired A Lesson on Compassion
Itโs Why I Write
Dear writer friends, Loss. Itโs a great word to ponder today. I could write a book on this one word. I bet we all could. It might be why we write. For me, writing is therapy for free. I write my thoughts, my feelings and questions. I write because my head is so full that … Continue reading Itโs Why I Write
Look For The Man Carrying A Pitcher
โThe Festival of Unleavened Bread, which is also called Passover, was approaching. The leading priests and teachers of religious law were plotting how to kill Jesus, but they were afraid of the peopleโs reaction.โโญโญLukeโฌ โญ22โฌ:โญ1โฌ-โญ2โฌ โญNLTโฌโฌ Look for the man with the pitcher. Jesus selected two men, Peter and John, to be in charge of … Continue reading Look For The Man Carrying A Pitcher


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