We whitewashed our picket fence last summer—all twenty-six-thousand miles of it. Did I say twenty-six thousand? I meant...

Once again, my husband and I have witnessed the remarkable power of prayer. Corporate prayer. Family, friends, acquaintances, friends of...

At times in our Christian walk—while we’re contending for the faith, while laboring to enter God’s rest, running the race with patience,...

I was all geared up to write something this week, until a friend sent me a powerful blog written by Jen Wilkin. It is entitled Wormwood...

Processing, processing . . . I think that’s what the body of Christ is busy doing in the midst of all the chaos of these past few weeks....

Another page has turned in American history. A new chapter has begun. Biblical prophecy is unfolding before our eyes (whether we realize...

When God said He causes all things to work together for good to those who love Him, to those who are called according to His purpose...

“I got it handled,” was a common saying at my husband’s work before he retired. So common, that anyone venturing into the office on any...

The Lord God has given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary: he wakens me...

I can’t help but add an important detail to my last post. Though I touched the fringes of it, there is a vein of revelation too rich to...

A story in Genesis 18 came to mind this morning. Because it stood out from the many other thoughts sloshing around in my mental pool, I...

Joseph and his family had scarcely crossed the threshold of the temple with their turtledoves and pigeons to sacrifice for Jesus’...

It happened again this morning. Hebrews 11, the faith chapter, sucked the wind right out of my sails when I read it. Instead of finding...

Special thanks to all of you who take time to read my blogs. It’s been a privilege and a pleasure, and the means by which the ‘preach’ in...

I’ve been working on the first edit of testimonies that will, in due time, make up a second book for the incarcerated. From what I’ve...

I was on my way to Animal Emergency with my sick cat when out of the blue came this disturbing line of thinking; “He’s fifteen years old....

Picture, if you will . . . A watchman on the wall. That watchman is you, and your shift is about to begin. Your personal items are stowed...