• May 2022

    In His Presence

    I AM WHO I AM. When Moses encountered God at the burning bush, and God commissioned him to lead the Israelites to freedom from slavery in Egypt, he asked the Lord, “Who shall I say has sent me?” God answered, “I AM WHO I AM…tell them: I AM has sent me.” (Exodus 3:1-14) Who is this I AM? Have we encountered this Presence? He is the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob — a personal God. He is the author of life — Creator God. He is the Covenant Maker — a Promise Keeping God. He is the Resurrection and the Life – an eternal God. Are we actively seeking…

  • May 2022

    Open Up the Doors

    Mother’s Day is a special event in our family. We have so many of them. My mother, my sister’s mother-in-law, my brother’s mother-in-law, my daughter-in-law, my sister’s daughters and her daughter-in-law. Including my sister and myself, there are ten mothers, and after church today, most of the family gathered at the home of one of my nieces to celebrate. We ate and talked and laughed and fed children and held sleeping babies. Then we settled on the porch to give an opportunity for children, young and old, to share a tribute and honor their moms. We are, as you know, a closely knit family. We’ve shared, with open hearts, so…

  • May 2022

    Living Hope

    Jesus is alive. This is fact. But it’s also the truth. He actually rose from the dead, presented Himself in His glorified body to His disciples and as many as 500 others and walked around for 40 days before ascending to sit at His Father’s right hand to pray for His people while He waits for the signal to return to Earth again. Can you imagine the chaos and turmoil of the days immediately following His crucifixion? How the disciples, who had hoped He was going to be their salvation from Rome, truly felt? They were afraid, and they were in hiding. Jesus had told them the truth about His…

  • April 2022

    Planted and Blooming

    I took a picture this morning of the aged Rhododendron bush at the back of our campsite. A week ago, when we set up camp, these blooms were not yet open. The bush was full of ivory buds with no hint of the delicious color you see here. I watched them day by day and hoped they would bloom out before we had to break camp. And here they are, opening their petals to the morning sun, beckoning to the birds and bees. We arrived home a few moments ago, and I’m here with you while my dear husband unloads the truck. Last Sunday, we celebrated our resurrected Lord, shared…

  • April 2022

    Deep Within

    Ordinarily I publish my weekly posts on Sunday afternoons. Today is Saturday, and here I sit with my laptop crafting an early Easter offering. This unusual shift in my schedule is due to several factors. Tomorrow being Easter Sunday, we will attend church, go to my sister’s for the family meal, and then hustle away to our favorite mountain top campground for a week of tent dwelling. This morning we started early with laundry, a trip to the grocery store, packing up the dry goods and other camping paraphernalia, and loading the truck, which now looks like something out of a dime novel featuring a family fleeing the East Coast…

  • April 2022

    Reflection

    I have a corner office with two walls of windows. It is situated so that my chair faces the rising sun when I am working at my computer, and there is a tiny cut-glass elephant sitting on the shelf next to my monitors. When the morning sun streams in, the light catches the small facets of glass and dozens of small rainbow squares bounce on the tall cabinet standing in the corner next to my left shoulder. This simple delight never fails to bring a smile to my face, and I often pause long enough to thank God for the place He has given me and the people with whom…

  • April 2022

    The Gift

    I came home from work on Friday to find several vases of fresh flowers placed around the living room and kitchen. Sometimes sending your husband to do the grocery shopping has unexpected benefits. I was charmed by his thoughtfulness and the obvious romantic overture and consequently resisted the urge to rearrange the flora to my aesthetic preference. As I sit here now, within eyesight of two of the vases, I realize that a couple of the Gerber Daises have drooping heads due to the fact that he tossed the green plastic tubes which had been included in the original bunch to keep them straight. The smile that curves my lips…

  • March 2022

    Why

    I heard something today, and it has caused me to pause and think. The moderator of our church service (who also happens to be my little brother) spoke for a few minutes about a recent encounter with the Lord during his Bible reading. He was reading through some verses in John 3 when he came to the one that may be the most well-known, even among non-believers: “For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son….” At this point, he felt God stop him and ask, “Why?” The question is intriguing. Why would God choose marred and chipped vessels and then pay considerably above market price for…

  • March 2022

    Shadow and Light

    Spring has officially sprung. My Cherry trees are bursting with bloom, the Blue Martins have arrived and staked out possession of the bird house, and the sheen of pollen is covering everything. Depending on where you live, pollen may not be a topic of conversation like it is here in the South. Where I live, we check the “pollen count” almost every day between March 1st and May 1st. If you do not suffer from allergies, please count yourself among the blessed and let gratitude fill your heart. The irritation that some humans endure during this season of pollenation can be mitigated, however, by embracing the beauty of the fertile…

  • March 2022

    Out of the Wilderness

    I have been in the wilderness of post-surgery that some call “recovery.” Not having much experience in this terrain, I have discovered some unexpected truths about myself. I am not as independent as I thought, nor am I as prone to self-pity as I feared. These two things may seem diametrically opposed, but allow me a moment to shed some light. I think I have often equated independence with dignity, and there is nothing like needing physical care of the most undignified kind to reveal the errancy of this view. In “recovery,” there is a great deal of focus on managing pain, conserving energy, and accepting the reality of physical…