Cast all of your cares – Coping with life
I’m a real woman you see Petite. Sweet. Concrete. I’m not 6′ 3′ and 105 pounds My legs aren’t longer than the lineage of the Crown I’m just 5′ 2, and my eyes aren’t blue My eyes are green, and some days I don’t have a clue Why I feel the way I do, or […]
https://youtu.be/x5oYxBLoaYo David’s treatment, surgery, & recovery with an acoustic neuroma brain tumor.
The Light God said, “Let there be light, and there was light.” (Genesis 1:3) He spoke the light into being to awaken life. Each morning we have new mercies as the sun rises. There may be darkness, but there is always light somewhere in the darkness. Sometimes a small flicker, and sometimes a brilliant beam […]
I think we have one purpose and one main desire that we all share. Each and every one of us wants someone who will love and care about us. Babies don’t thrive without human touch and intimacy. Children feel less afraid if they know someone is nearby. Even if the someone is actually a stuffed […]
One of the most precious gifts we have is the gift of marriage. God designed marriage as a way for man and woman to become one. Man, in the image of God as a mighty warrior and protector. Woman, in the image of God as a nurturer, caregiver, and with great compassion. The two becoming […]
C. Austin Miles was a pharmacist in 1912. Photography was his hobby, and “he found his darkroom perfect for developing, not just his photographs, but his devotional life. In its privacy and strange blue glow, Miles could read his Bible in total privacy. One day in March 1912, while waiting for some film to develop, […]
http://www.cloudtownsend.com/what-are-safe-people/ Great article on being a safe person…explains how we do this in imitation of Christ.
I speak and teach often about being a safe or unsafe person. While preparing to speak at a memorial today, I ran across this article. Worth a read and self-evaluation. Our goal should be to be a safe person for those we love. To create an atmosphere where they know we are there to listen, […]
When I was a child I had pen pals. One pen pal was Vicki in Pennsylvania. Another was in Japan, and her name was Midouri. I remember the thrill of choosing a paper to write on. I had various colors in my collection of stationary. Every single letter was a form of art to me. […]