Tag: Hope

Following God’s GPS

Today a group from my church is headed to a local women’s shelter to cook and serve a delicious and nutritious dinner for the residents. The facility, called Shepherd’s Door, provides more than just shelter for the women and children who live there. They provide...

I Sing a Song of Love

The seeds of a poem were planted during a Zoom call with my Author Access group. I love this group. Technically it’s just a group of students in an author marketing course run by Alice Crider. But it’s become so much more. The members of...

Salvation Is Not a Point System

Ask some Christians whether they believe they will go to heaven when they die and you might hear “I sure hope so,” or “I think I’ve done enough good deeds,” or “I’m running the race and hope to win.” They seem to think the way...

If I Was the Potter

If I was the potter instead of the clay, what tools would I use to fashion a beautiful vessel? And what kind of vessel would I create? A lovely vase? An intricate teapot? Or perhaps a practical bowl? I suppose the appropriate tools would depend...

God’s Perfect Timing

God’s timing is perfect. I keep forgetting that. Patience is not a virtue I come by naturally. Almost a year ago, pain in my left shoulder and arm sent me to my new primary physician for a solution. As a short term fix, she gave...

No Comparison

  When was the last time you compared yourself to someone else? Be honest—it was pretty recent, wasn’t it? For me, it was just yesterday. In this social media age the tendency seems to be getting worse. But the comparison game serves no useful purpose....

Wondering Why

Swirling thoughts implode upon each other in a dance I can’t control though I try to refocus emotions that smother radiant heat of sun high in blue sky I wrestle with questions wondering why my life filled with memories of trauma center stage twirling mind...

An Interrupted Cry Restored

Mary stared, blinking, at the urine-covered stick—Please, only one line—as two lines appear. She tried to imagine the child in her arms, but the impression wouldn’t jell. When far away an interrupted cry breaks her heart, she sees him clearly. She knows she loves him...