A straight line on an EKG means you have no heartbeat. It’s called a flatline. Without a heartbeat we cannot live. A flatline means death. This visual aid encourages my simple pondering thoughts as I look at the one-word {changes}. It’s true. It’s science. A healthy heartbeat on an EKG looks like a lot of … Continue reading Changes
Father~Son~Holy Spirit Community is God's idea. Community is Who He is. And that makes {community} good. 26 Then God said, “Let us make human beings in our image, to be like us..." Genesis 1:26 NLT Pondering the word {community} brings a potpourri of beautiful thoughts about my current phase of life, which is full of change in … Continue reading Community
As I read the word {broken} my mind whispers that His body was broken for me. Jesus gave Himself as a sacrifice. His desire as God come in the flesh was that none should perish. His desire as a man full to overflowing with Deity was that He, Jesus, fulfill the mission for which Father … Continue reading Broken
The psalms are so chock full of emotionally charged thoughts. I love them! The psalms mirror my own frail humanity, and as I read each one I feel so normal. So human. I am again reminded today to give thanks to God that He cares for our entire being. He knows how we are formed for He intricately designed us. Read More....
“So then, since we have a great High Priest who has entered heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to what we believe. This High Priest of ours understands our weaknesses, for He faced all of the same testings we do, yet He did not sin.”Hebrews 4:14-15 NLT As I sit in … Continue reading Receive Rest
There's a multitude of "rock and a hard place" scenarios my mind could ponder. Sometimes the outcome doesn't seem quite as assuredly joyous as the birth of a baby. The rocky place of unemployment and serious health concerns in which we currently find ourselves offers decidedly daunting outcomes. None of the options are appealing right now, and there's a temptation to throw hands in the air and just settle.
We sat together, a group of women ranging in age from young mommy to less young with grown children (like me), around several tables pushed in to make one. The chatter was bountiful as we brightened our doodle sheets with many colors. The word LOVE was sketched vertically down the black and white page our … Continue reading O Lord, I’m tired…
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