Daleth 25“I am laid low in the dust; preserve my life according to your word. 26I recounted my ways and you answered me; teach me your decrees. 27Let me understand the teaching of your precepts; then I will meditate on your wonders. 28My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen me according to your word. 29Keep…
Gimel “Do good to your servant, and I will live; I will obey your word. Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law. I am a stranger on earth; do not hide your commands from me.
This is the second Bible Study from my series on Psalm 119. Each study focuses on a particular stanza of this Psalm. Fun facts: Each stanza is named with a letter from the Hebrew alphabet and, in the original language, these stanzas were an acrostic–each line of the stanza beginning with that particular letter. This…
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…
“Blessed are they whose ways are blameless, who walk according to the law of the Lord. Blessed are they who keep his statutes and seek him with all their heart.
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.
God knows us intimately; we cannot pretend in His presence. His work in our hearts is sometimes painful and requires sacrifice. Sacrifice of our personal agendas and plans, sacrifice of our preferences, sacrifice of our comfort zone.
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…
Dear Friend, I love January. I love the newness—the feeling of a fresh sheet of paper not yet marked, the anticipation of what might be written on the page of this year.
Letters From Home 