He Climbed Up To See

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 โ€œbecause 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

Someone Said Danceโ€ฆ

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 didnโ€™t have to be a reason for dancing. I just loved to dance! My dear man and I donโ€™t often have … Continue reading Someone Said Danceโ€ฆ

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 Jacobโ€™s 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 southโ€ฆ Itโ€™s time! Get ready. Theyโ€™re 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. Itโ€™s 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

Itโ€™s Why I Write

Dear writer friends, Loss. Itโ€™s 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 Itโ€™s Why I Write

Look For The Man Carrying A Pitcher

โ€œThe 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 peopleโ€™s reaction.โ€โ€ญโ€ญLukeโ€ฌ โ€ญ22โ€ฌ:โ€ญ1โ€ฌ-โ€ญ2โ€ฌ โ€ญNLTโ€ฌโ€ฌ 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