In January, it can feel like joy is hiding.
Things seem pretty dark in this little spot where I am, where Jesus promised I would have the light of life.
A little poetry about God’s gifts . . .
When I fail, when I doubt– my God never stops meeting me with His grace.
On darkest nights the stars shine clearest . . .
He gives more than we could ever ask or imagine . . .
. . . for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Bread of Life, Bread of Life! All I need is all He gives!
We are in the middle of the busy and the crazy of several completely insane weeks on the family calendar. And in the midst of this, I hear this small voice saying to write. I am trying to have faith that, if I walk in obedience and write, I will be blessed with time for […]
So she called the name of the Lord who spoke to her, “You are a God of seeing.”