Horatio Spafford was a successful attorney in Chicago, active in church, and blessed with a wife and four daughters. A series of calamities began when the great Chicago fire of 1871 wiped out his family’s extensive real estate investments. Even through the tough times Spafford held firm to his belief … Continue reading →
(I wrote this a few years ago, but thought it appropriate for what we are going through today.) I didn’t want to get out of bed. Even though I didn’t have a reason to be depressed, depression had hit hard. Blessings abounded, yet one thing made me sad, one thing … Continue reading →
Scientific studies show when vision is lost, hearing and the sense of touch are heightened. I wonder what God has gifted to compensate for other losses in our lives? What will be gained? Paul writes to the Ephesians praying for the eyes of their heart to be enlarged. Oh, yes! … Continue reading →
The Israelites stood on the banks of the swollen Jordan river. The land promised by God stretched before them, a good land, flowing with abundance and new beginnings. Forty years earlier, the Israelites had been invited by God to take the land filled with a bounty of goodness. Yet, the … Continue reading →
Stand Firm. What if what you pray for, long for, hope for, will only come through dark valleys? “Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing” (James 1:2-4 NASB). Will you abandon the cause, relinquish the fight, or turn away?
Continue reading →Fall arrived on the hottest day of the week. Taking advantage of the sunny day, I decided to wash our yard sneakers we had left on the patio or garage. Not sure if spiders or some other unsightly creepy-crawly-bug thing had decided to hide in the shoes, I picked them … Continue reading →
As disease continues to ravage my friend’s body, the outside world thinks she has no life, no connections, and no hope. Oh, but my bedridden friend, frail as she may be, dances with Jesus. She communes with her Savior. Her body is trapped, but her spirit continues to soar and … Continue reading →
