The very stones in the walls cry out… Habakkuk 2:11 I’m back home again after two weeks away where I had the privilege of talking about God’s WORDS OF HOPE to women from all over the Middle East (believe…
I’ve always wanted the faith……..and, consequently, the HOPE of the minor prophet, Habakkuk. Seriously. My heart has a deep “want” to declare right along with the man words similar to his summarizing song: Though the fig tree should not…
As I type this, I am overcome by gratitude. The words to this song keep running through my head, especially these lines: Who am I that the highest king Should welcome me I was lost but he brought me…
We just retuned from a twelve day trip to Oregon where we served / ministered in Bandon and McMinnville (there’s a report of the trip located on my facebook page). In between events, we got a few special days…
Hope and trust. Conjoined twins. It’s been mentioned over and over in the 40-now blogs I’ve posted on hope. So, I don’t know why I was struck this week, by this sentence, which uses the following underlined phrase, in…
This has been a week of putting into practice what I’ve been learning on HOPE. A test has come…and gone…and I passed with mediocrity. A “thing” which I had hoped-to-see occur (and, clung to a promise over) has passed…and,…
Today is a sandwich day. No, I’m not eating a sandwich… …it’s an in-between day. I’m in-between speaking at one retreat and heading for another. I’m just home from a weekend with a lovely group of ladies (from three…
Be alert. Stay watchful. We have an enemy. He’s LIKE a lion. He’s not one; but he wants us to think he is. He wants us to believe he can devour us. He prowls in such a way, so…
Last week, I ended saying that there’s one more ingredient to add to our weed killer. Really, there are two. The fact is that I was going to lump the last two together, because there is a way to…
Every Tuesday morning, my phone beeps with two alert notifications. Some days, I really need gentle reminders to help me stay on task. I hate to say that I’m easily distracted, but, quite often, whatever is yelling at me…