For the past several days I’ve been feeling guilty for not blogging – my “well” isn’t dry, yet nothing seemed writing-worthy. Then, this morning I signed my daughter’s Mother’s Day card and used her life acronym, F.A.I.T.H. (Firmly Anchored In Trusting Him); then, I read today’s entries in Daily Light and two scriptures jumped off… [Read More]
Thank you for the cross Lord Thank you for the price You paid Bearing all my sin and shame In love You came And gave amazing grace Thank you for this love Lord Thank you for your nail pierced hands Washed me in Your cleansing flow Now all I know Your forgiveness and embrace Worthy… [Read More]
Early A.D. – Capernaum Jesus had just left Capernaum and there were two blind men following Him and they were crying out, “Son of David, have mercy on us!” Apparently, Jesus entered His destination place and these two blind men followed Him inside. Jesus asked them, “Do you believe I am ABLE to do this?”… [Read More]
For several weeks now I keep getting confirmation on a thought or topic that God puts in my heart, through *David Wilkerson’s e.devotions. I will have this thought going on and then my inbox will have in bold letters CONTENTMENT – “Yes, Lord, I get it and will write it down!” This is one of… [Read More]
1125 B.C. Bethlehem, Judah Home of Elimelech and Naomi, and sons Mahlon and Chilion; perhaps migrant workers, working in the grain fields of Bethlehem’s countryside. Enter a drought-induced famine; there were no grains to produce food in Bethlehem, the House of Bread. Elimelech packs up his family and moves east to the countryside of Moab…. [Read More]
Several weeks ago, SharpShooter (my husband) was unloading groceries from the car when a bedraggled cat walking down our snow-covered country road caught his eye. It couldn’t be – could it? “Pippie, is that you?” Upon closer inspection, stooping down to the dirty, scruffy feline, he realized it was indeed, Captain Pip! Years ago, fifteen… [Read More]
November 11, 1982 until now!
In July 1983 I found myself in Presbyterian Hospital Charlotte NC, by the bedside of my paternal Grandma, Emily Chamberlain. Her 80-year old life was getting ready to transfer ‘within the gates’, where she would be with her Savior, and her beloved husband, who had preceded her in death ten years prior. She looked at… [Read More]