Dear Friends 2019 has dawned, and just like that, we close the books on another year. 2018 rushed past us like a leaf on the whitewater current of time. It’s true what they say: the older you get, the faster time goes. Yet, here we are with a new year, like a fresh piece of…
Yodh “Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn your commands.
Love, Obedience and Trials “You are my portion, O Lord; I have promised to obey your words. I have sought your face with all my heart; be gracious to me according to your promise. I have considered my ways and have turned my steps to your statutes. I will hasten and not delay to obey…
Dear Friend, About eight years ago, I had an idea that I would write a devotional Bible study based out of Psalm 119. This particular psalm, the longest in the book of Psalms, is 176 verses, divided into 22 sections, titled with the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet. The entire psalm is about God’s…
Dear friends, It’s been about a month since I last wrote here. I’ve been working on a presentation for my MOPS group, which I gave last Tuesday. It was really challenging–teaching our children respect. Here’s where my researching and writing lead:
In spite of the saturation of Jesus culture in America, we are as lost as anyone. And until we come to the realization of that truth, we will continue turning a blind eye to the reality of eternity, focused on our own little gods and trying to make this world our home.
Dear Friend, Today is February 9th, and we are slowly being buried alive under a thick white veil of snow. No, really. It hasn’t stopped snowing in hours and it isn’t supposed to stop any time soon. This is not a cry for help, however, because this is glorious! The boys are home and so…
Merry Christmas my friend! The snow is falling, carols are playing on the radio, the scent of baking apples is in the air. The boys have been sledding and soon they’ll come tramping into the house in a whoosh of frigid air and snowflakes, red-cheeked and asking for hot cocoa. I do love this season!
This is an essay I wrote and read seven years ago for a Christmas Eve service at my church in Clinton, New Jersey. I come back to it every year and remember. This year I thought I would share with the blog world.
Dear friends, November has come whirling in, with a rustle of leaves in the cold wind and rain, and heavy frost painting the grassy fields silver. A traditional brisk November!
Letters From Home 