A quick and handy guide to get your lists and life under the control of a life-settling Savior!
Have you ever felt you’re dangling at the end of your rope? -Have circumstances in life thrown you off balance? Here is a coping list from @typeachecklist 🙂: When you’re dangling at the end of your rope: ✅Hold on to the knot at the end of the rope!✅God is the knot! Come to me, all … Continue reading Dangling at the end of your rope
It’s Sunday. I look out my window as a bright fall breeze makes leaves dance, circle and float above the shimmering grass. Down the hill, beyond the golden soybean field is my pond. It’s surface is also dancing with the gentle wind. Today, as I listen to praise music and read Psalm 143, I’m reminded … Continue reading Holy Ground at the Mud Pond
I remember flash cards. You see, I am old. I went to school when there was something call “Cloak Rooms” That was the place where you hung your coats on hooks and placed your lunchbox up on an old wooden shelf above your hook. Yes, I had a lunchbox, not a tin bucket. I may … Continue reading Flash Cards for LIFE
Writer’s note: I’ve been writing a lot of heavy duty stuff lately. Today, I just need to laugh. How about you? -Be sure to arrange a chuckle today. Hope this helps.I sleep in the basement. Don’t ask. I’ve been down here a few months now so I’m getting used to it. It’s dark down here and pretty quiet, kinda like a … Continue reading Covid Comedy…or how to laugh to keep from crying
Writers note: My post today is credited to concepts of Stephen Elkins. I highly recommend you buy his book: “Bedtime Prayers that end with a HUG” - available through www.share-a-hug.com and www.tyndale.com/kids It is a delightful bedtime book for kids like me. COVID sure has crudded up our lives, right folks? It’s tossed us into uncertainty. It’s chucked us into … Continue reading A Bedtime Story…Life rearranges. God never changes
There are moments that can be classified as hopeful...and magical. I’m sitting at my picnic table at dusk. I listen to the birds and the crickets and the frogs. They’re waking up to sing in nightfall. I watch the full moon rising beyond the bare branches of the trees behind the smokehouse. Skeletal arms reach … Continue reading Moonlight HOPE
