I was thinking about some very difficult trials that I went through about 25 years ago. A short time after my first husband left, suddenly, with maybe a couple of days notice, I was praying fervently using some verses from the Psalms. My prayer from the depths of my heart went something like this: Lord,… Read More A Different Miracle
I was reading the story in the gospel accounts recently about the Gerasene demoniac that Jesus healed. Here’s this man who has been in physical and spiritual bondage for quite some time. He is hurting. He is violent. He lives in the graveyard. He spends his days and nights acting insane. “Constantly, night and day,… Read More Do You Want to See Jesus?
Lungs are made for breathing air. Astounding discovery, I know! Right? Well, last night I managed to breathe in some chocolate almond milk when I was taking my pills. It’s good stuff! But it wasn’t made to be breathed in. It was not meant to go into the windpipe or the lungs. The result was… Read More Breathing Chocolate Milk? The Lung/Soul Connection
Memories are connected to smells, both the good ones and bad ones. The smell of salt water near the ocean, The smell of a cool breeze after a hot summer day, The smell of an attic or basement, The smell of rain, The smell of pine at Christmas. Or, you open the door and take… Read More Smells Permeate
I once heard of a person who just could not understand God’s grace. And he is in good company. His religious beliefs were such that one had to try his hardest to be good, and hopefully his good works would outweigh his bad works in the judgment, and then God would let him into… Read More Difficulty Believing in God’s Grace?
This story took place in March of 1992. After being delayed at the pharmacy and starting off late in the car for my college class, I thought, “I feel stressed out; I need something to laugh about.” I had driven about four blocks when I suddenly discovered that my cola was spilling all over my… Read More Daffodils in trials
This morning I was looking out the kitchen window after washing a few dishes. The springtime wind was blowing from the south in energetic gusts and animating the light, flexible, willow branches, making them look like fairy tale dancers in a wild, leaping ballet. As the huge, flexible broom swept back and forth in front… Read More Dancing Willow in Spirit Wind