Who is Christ?
I like making lists. I feel so organized when I can list things that belong together or have a strong connection with each other and with me. I also admire others who can do this. In my research this week, … Continued
I like making lists. I feel so organized when I can list things that belong together or have a strong connection with each other and with me. I also admire others who can do this. In my research this week, … Continued
Bread lines during America’s Great Depression (in the 1930s) often reached all the way around a city block. Men would stand in line even in freezing weather for up to eight hours to receive a bowl of soup and a … Continued
Jesus’ “I AM” statements continue to bring comfort. He said: . “Before Abraham was, I am,” (John 8:58). (i.e. He is eternal.) “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it,” (John 1:5.) “I … Continued
“And your ears shall hear a word behind you saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” (Isaiah 30:21, NKJV). Recently, I drove to Minneapolis to visit my sister and her husband. I thought I knew the way, but I … Continued
A week ago, I noticed three tulips had blossomed in my flower garden. Within a couple days, several more. And soon, tulips were blossoming all over town, just in time for the annual tulip festival. On a couple of days, … Continued
The world seems so dark lately. Millions are dying in Ukraine from war and starvation. Millions others in other countries are dying from hunger and murder by terrorists who are trying to get rid of Christians. Even in America, people … Continued
I’ve become a widow twice now. Two men in turn who dearly loved me and loved God have each blessed me with 16 or 17 years of marriage. So, as a tribute to Martin and to Paul, I’d like to … Continued
As I took a walk today, enjoying the gentle breeze and other signs of summer, this poem I wrote many years ago came to mind. It seems to bring peace. Healing ElementsA soft, gentle breeze caresses my skin,Uplifting my spirits, … Continued
. In my valley, vision is limited. High walls rise on either side. Mountains impassable, immovable, are barriers to vistas of inspiration for which I yearn. I long to ‘Write His Answers,’ but don’t even comprehend the questions. I cry … Continued