Desperate for A Spiritual Spring
The snow is six inches deep and still falling as this south Alabama girl makes her way through the woods from the Loge to our cabin. Though I have experienced now before, it has never been higher than the soles of my shoes. I stomp thought the woods like a...
Waiting On His Return
Morning light slips quietly through the blinds of my bedroom. It gently encourages me to rise from my cozy place beneath the down feathers, to fight the gravity to which I have succumbed to in the night, and step into the day. The bright morning star floods our room...
It is Well With my Soul
And it is a lie, a frontal attack, bold and ugly, going straight for my mind. Isn’t that the first target in all battles –the information center? And, sometimes, our thoughts are no match for God’s thoughts toward us. Driving down the road my mind is wrestling...
Is the Church Blessing God?
Heat dances from the asphalt, giving solid objects the illusion of swaying under July’s burning heat. Hydrangea bushes, all purple and pink, dot the landscape of homes and churches. Driving down the road, I begin to count all of the churches – One, Two, Three…Ten,...
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