In my quiet time today, I read this passage. We know that the whole world has been crying. It has had much pain until now. And not the world only, but we ourselves also cry out. We have the first blessing God gives of his Spirit. But we cry out in our hearts. We are waiting…
Category: Faith
Things are Blurry Now
I have always wanted to study the art of pottery making; so when we visited a potter’s house in Addis Ababa last week, my heart beat for joy. Actually, my hubby and I have visited this place three times over the years, and each trip is just as wonderful as the first. I watched in…
Led by Children
Children leading a blind man on the streets of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.
More about Roots than Blossoms
Mothers are more about roots than blossoms, and thank God for that! Where would I be without some well-grounded mothering?
Popular Love Letter
According to Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary, approximately 171,000 Christians are martyred for their faith every year. All of these believed that God’s love letter to the world should be in the hands of every person–nation, tribe, and tongue. That all mankind should know about Jesus and grow in their faith by reading the Bible. Still the…
Fat and Ugly
I read a Hallmark card the other day that said on the outside: “Ever wake up feeling fat and ugly?” On the inside: “What does it feel like?”
‘… as the dew…’
After Passover, prayer for rain ceases for a time in Israel. A downpour of precipitation would ruin drying harvests during this season. Water is still essential to nourishing the land, so Jewish people begin to pray for dew. When the High Holy Days are finished in mid-autumn, they resume prayers for rain. The mystery of…
Quiet Promptings
I have a friend who emailed me yesterday concerning yesterday’s post. If you haven’t read it, please do. Follow the link. Today’s post will make more sense to you.
Just the Messenger
The young woman at the check-out counter stared at me with a blank look. She moved through the motions of checkout like a cold, empty robot. To say she was preoccupied would be an understatement. Her face almost throbbed with the pain in her soul. My heart ached for her as I watched her ring…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 