a collection of writings about truth and life to inspire, encourage and comfort the human soul
What are the rocks in your life? Maybe God calls us to work at removing obstacles in life like rocks in a garden and he wants us to do it ourselves; maybe He wants us to fight against things that are buried in our hearts and past, which prevent growth and life from springing up.
Peter is using a Lamp as a metaphor for God's words which are in fact prophetic and illuminate our way, until Christ returns, at which time the substance, being Christ himself will replace every lamp, light and luminary in this dark world, for he himself is the light of the world from the beginning of time.
From the moment I was born; I was odd. The cord was wrapped, not once but twice around my neck, “the devil tried to kill you, he did not want you to be born, there was definitely an assignment on your life" Mom comments. "Mom, that seems dramatic, why would the devil care about me?"
What prepares us to look upon the cross of Christ and repent? The harsh realities of sin
Anna Mary Robertson Moses. Maybe your not familiar with this dear old woman. She lived her life between New York and Virginia, as a hired girl and then a wife and mother. She raised five children. She worked on her farm with her husband until he died. What is amazing about this woman is that … Continue reading Grandma Moses
Its OK to be different, and in fact it's necessary. Albert Einstein was smart but it was his different-ness that catches my attention. His intelligence isn't what impresses me, but his quirkiness totally does, His unusual and uncommon ways of being and doing that gave him an advantage, His ability to hyper focus on things … Continue reading Albert Einstein
We can always discern what's in our own heart, by the fruit that comes out of our mouths. All that Adonijah did proved that his heart was filled with pride, lust and rebellion. His heart was not submitted to God.
Before everyone arrives with hot casseroles and forced conversations, it’s quiet. It’s dark and soundless, except for the occasional jingle of the dog’s collar. The coal stove glows orange inside, reminding me of ET’s heart.
A letter to my grandmother
my faith place 