How to Listen For Success
Are you a good listener? I must confess I’m not always a good listener. Listening well frequently requires skills that must be learned. You will have some listening skills that come naturally to you, and some that need to be acquired. I am an introvert processor and...
Desperate for A Spiritual Spring
Do we give into the pressure to conform to the world, because they pain of rejection seems too great?
Seeing The Living Word In Real Life
The Living Word is not just read from a book but, it is experienced with those we hold so dear.
When Mentoring Shows Your Beauty
When I was a pre-teen, my dad had a string of prisms hanging from a tree outside our kitchen window. Sometimes, in the late afternoon, as mom was cooking supper, I would sit and wait for the afternoon light to engage with the prisms. When it did, small circles of...
When Forgiveness Is More Than A Feeling
People can have one of three responses to being wounded. They can live as victims. They can live as predators. Or, they can live in forgiveness and minister to others who are wounded.
What I Learned After, “I Do”
Like a stained glass window tells a story through broken shards of glass, our story is told through broken hearts becoming a stepfamily.
When Online Friendship Leads to Ministry
Technology in the care of those with a pure heart, it can become a way to extend the hands of Christ further than our own small community.
The Rock In The River
Don’t we all walk close to waters deep but with no peace? Don’t we all have days of searching for hidden stones to cross rising waters?
Stones in My Path
Frantic prayers were hurled upward toward heaven as decisions were being made in my head. Turn back? Go forward? Climb the hill and risk a bite from a snake hidden beneath rocks? Think, Diane, think!
This is the word I have been desperate for the whole time, and now I tremble at its appearance for fear of what might be required.
The Secret Prostitute
Wearing a dress everyday in the month of December, to take a selfie, to bringing attention to those taken into slavery was getting old. Not that the cause was getting old, but my enthusiasm was waning. After two weeks I was becoming disenchanted with the whole...
Beneath The Boughs
I have no desire to move from this place, I only want to sit here beneath it’s brightly garnished boughs and listen to Him speak. Not from lofty and high places, but from within my heart. The place He has humbly lived with me for over fifty years.
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