I’m thinking of Jesus and His disciples. Jesus had just fed a crowd with five loaves of bread and two fishes. It was a miracle and the disciples had front row seats. In fact, after praying, Jesus had given the bread to them to distribute to the people. And the disciples had gathered twelve baskets … Read more Fear would make you forget what you already know
Faith is the rudder. Truth is the way. Hope is the fuel. You do not have to see the whole course, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Your purpose might seem like foolishness to the world; There would be brighter and fairer paths that call out to you with grandiose allurement; But you … Read more Navigating in fog
What about me? It was the only thing I wanted to know; What about me?— Do all these years of faithful service count for nothing? Do they mean nothing? Had my brother been wise to take off, squander father’s living, and then return to grandiose reception (all without the slightest hint of reprimand)? What about … Read more Older brother’s song
Dear Vashti, Your story has been told countless times, always as an example of something. Some say you were a hero. Others say you were a villain. We’ve heard that you were an example of self-respect; that you were a woman confident enough to walk in her dignity, no matter the cost. Other people say … Read more Dear Vashti
She stands at a precipice, Looking into a vast, dark stretch of nothingness, Searching for something…. Anything…. A sign…. ***** Every step that brought her to this place blurred the myriad choices that fed her confusion and numbed her senses. Her scars grew thicker until they became a barrier to common sense. Now, only two … Read more No one heard?
And on the morrow, when they were come from Bethany, He was hungry: And seeing a fig tree afar off having leaves, He came, if haply He might find any thing thereon: and when He came to it, He found nothing but leaves; for the time of figs was not yet. And Jesus answered and … Read more Are you like this fig tree?
She doesn’t dance in the rain; But she likes the scent of rain— That derilously delicious blend of wet grass, ground, and sky. See the problem here?— When she prays, how does she ask for that cocktail without the rain? Also, it’s generally accepted counsel to dance in the rain. But she sinks deeper into … Read more To pray for rain or not?