Sunday Morning Musings: Bread Cast Upon Water
“Give generously, for your gifts will return to you later. Divide your gifts among many, for in the days ahead you yourself may need much help.” Ecclesiastes 11: 1-2 This…
Sunday Morning Musings: The Donut Story
I drop off the donuts still questioning the meaning of this morning’s donut quest. Is it about sacrifice? None of this was convenient for me. Is it about following God’s plan instead of my own? About listening when guidance is offered?
God’s Grace
What if we met everything with God's grace? Instead of anger. Instead of backing away or tuning out when someone mistreats us or lashes out at us. What if we came back with God's grace every single time?
Sunday Morning Musings: Me: God, please help me God: I’m trying, but you’re not listening.
Even when we say, “Oh, God” or “Oh, my God” or plain old “God!” it’s a prayer of sorts. Whether we’re sharing grief, frustration, or joy, God hears us.
Sin: Gluttony Verdict? Guilty
I’ve come to the conclusion that we are a nation of gluttons. Not only when it comes to food, but in so many areas of our lives. We have too much. Too many choices, too easily obtained.
A Better Version of Me
what if I couldn’t do any of those things? What if I was trapped in a house, in my room, in my bed, alone and in pain? What if I couldn’t bathe myself? What if getting to the toilet required a monumental effort equaled only by getting back to my bed afterward?
Never Doubt God Knows What You Need
“I’m so grateful the author decided to publish this “manuscript under the bed”. It is filled with loss, torment, hope, action, and suspense that this reviewer could not put down. Recommend highly!”
Things I Never Thought I’d See
that’s another thing I thought I’d never see or do. Know exactly how many rolls of toilet paper I have on hand at any given time.
Using the Gifts God Gave Me
Yes, I know I write romance novels, and maybe some would say, how does God inspire you to do that? The answer is, “I don’t know.” But I believe the themes of love, redemption, forgiveness, etc., come from Him.
I Have Not Come To Mourn. I Have Come To Say Goodbye.
She had been in a nursing home for several years, deteriorating at a snail’s pace. On my annual visits, my brother and I would question the wisdom of stockpiling old people in places like this.