When my human body is weak and tired from the depth of my being my soul cries to the one who made me.

When my conscious self-beset with questions and doubt my spirit man reverberates with “I know in whom I have believed and I am persuaded He can keep me.”

When confidence fails and hope is attached by only a slim thread, the subconscious mind sends a message to remind me of a hymn I sing, “Blessed Assurance Jesus is Mine.”

When darkness invades my life and it seems the light is almost gone, the radiance of His divine presence shatters the gloom as the light of the word reminds me I belong to Him.

When all seems futile and despair wants me to give in, His words of comfort tell me “weeping only lasts for the night but joy will come in the morning.”

When I feel like I have lost my way I am comforted to know
He has planned my path and knows the way I take.

When my thirst for knowledge calls, I go to the source of ultimate wisdom. The written words of God, found in scripture, challenges my mind




He calls me to come aside and spend time in His presence and He wraps me in His love and washes over me with grace

When I have no one to talk to He listens with patience and understanding

In my weakness He becomes my strength and I can keep going

He walks on the waves of my troubled soul and calms the raging sea

He stills my heart when all around me trouble rages, and I am safe

He comes in the night when fear rises to tell me there is no hope and says you are not alone

When everyone has failed me and left me alone, He is my constant companion

When my body is racked with pain and sickness He is my healer and comfort

When there seems no place to go He is my strong tower and I run to safety in Him

He gives me goodness and mercy to follow after me

When it is time to walk the valley of the shadow of death, He will be my guide to lead me safely home


Let There Be Light

The earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep.

And God said “Let there be light! (Genesis 1:1,2)

What a difference light can make.  We all know what dark or darkness means but to get a full understanding I pulled out my faithful dictionary to see the various aspects of this word.

It can mean entirely or partly without light and it also can mean gloomy, hidden or secret, hopeless or dismal.  Wow – some of what I read about this word surprised me.

The other word that interested me in this passage was void.  This word can mean, total emptiness, holding or containing nothing, a vacuum, a feeling of emptiness or deprivations.

Sitting at the computer and staring at the screen I let the meaning of these words be absorbed in my brain. The more I thought about this the comparison to times and events in my life somehow amazingly became clear.

Every one of us at times walks through those dark moments of despair and hopelessness.  For some there comes are times of deep depression and we just want to curl into a ball, hide in the darkness of a room and pull ourselves into a black hole.  We pray and hope that this condition will pass while we wish for the light to penetrate.

Others will just experience the gloomies.  Has anyone ever said to you to “stop being gloomy?  You just can’t seem to get out of the doldrums and feel there is a black cloud hanging over you.

Perhaps you have experienced some or all of these things.  Dealing with this is not easy.  I can tell you that into these situations God can step into the situation and with authority says “let there be light.”  Sometimes that light comes in the form of a professional counselor trained to help us work through our deep depression and find the light we need to shine in our lives.  In His love God sends to us those that care and love us to bring a ray of light and sunshine into the gloom.  When we call on Him He pours his love and healing balm into our hurting hearts and his forgiveness allows us to let go of our secret sins and the hopelessness we experience at times.

It is God that knows just what we need and He leads us into our path of discovery when He says with loving authority;  LET THERE BE LIGHT.


The other interesting word was void.  “The earth was without form or void.”  Many today experience this.  There is a vacuum or a feeling of emptiness and the nothingness within screams to be filled.  We try to fill this void with things, jobs, money, success – you name it – yet in trying all of this we remain empty and containing nothing.


On the horizon of our emptiness and void stands a loving savior waiting to be invited into our lives.  He will not push his way in or demand to be a part of our lives.  It is our choice.  He created us with a “God shaped space” that can only be filled by him.  Nothing else can satisfy. When He comes he brings the ray of sunshine that creeps through the window of our souls and sets us on a path of goodness. The first light of His presence found in forgiveness soon expands and fills the emptiness and the loneliness.  That small ray of light gives us the courage to have faith and faith grows as we walk in his light.


Today God says to our individual lives once filled with darkness and void, “LET THERE BE LIGHT.”


Tis The Season

You can look around everywhere and know “it is the season.”  The stores are full of merchandise ready to go home with you.  The music you only hear once a year is again heard everywhere.   Children are trying so hard to be extra good because they heard somewhere Santa is checking his naughty and nice list.

We get caught up in the preparation for that one day, that one special day.  Lists of things to do are made, gift lists, special grocery shopping lists are written and those special decorations are once again pulled from their storage places.

In all of the hustle and madness of this time perhaps we have forgotten the real reason for this season.  This time, this special time is not about the tree, the gifts and the frenetic pace we find ourselves in.

This time and season should cause us to think about the real gifts to give.  Those gifts that are not tangible but are so important in the world we live in.

Love – What a special gift.  We can’t put it in a box wrapped in beautiful paper tied up with a bow.  It is, or should be what we give every day.  Love, it is the intangible gift that makes all the difference in some ones world when given.

Trust – In some cases this gift trust is earned, when it is received it is priceless.  A gift that is sometimes fragile and can be broken but trust is and should be treasured always.

Time – Maybe we don’t think of this as a gift but to some in our lives this gift of time is more valuable than money or things.  Time spent with those we love leaves an imprint on hearts and lives that will keep giving in the memories we hold precious.

Friendship – The bond between people that makes our lives special.  It is a gift of rare quality and one that should not be easily dismissed.

During this Christmas holiday and celebration I hope we take the opportunity to share the intangible gifts that only we can give.  There are those during this season who are hurting and at this time not all is “merry and bright.”  They need to receive the intangible especially during this Christmas time.



The silence in the room was so loud every other sound disappeared. The long fingers of quiet gripped her heart and soul. She could hear inner thoughts coursing through her mind. She didn’t want to think about the thoughts.

The beat of her heart vibrated in her ears in the vacuum that was in the room. She was conscious of everything inside her yet outside there was only silence.

She wanted to break the silence and talk, or scream or even sing but she was compelled to wait. Why? She didn’t know.

In the midst of her overwhelming confusion a still small voice echoed in her soul. She recognized that voice. It was the voice of the one that loved her so. He spoke and His words were like a sweet perfume that filled her being. They were words that bathed her turmoil and brought peace to her heart.

Her whole being rejoiced in praise as Jesus communicated with her. The voice was not auditable but she heard it. She heard deep within her soul. That voice flooded her mind with the promise that He would always be there. He would not leave or forsake her. Sitting in His presence, listening to Him speak, she knew that life was worth living.

He calmed her troubled mind as she asked Him to help her lean on Him and relax in His presence. Picking up the Bible from her lap she read His words of comfort. These words enveloped her like a warm blanket. The more she read the more she understood about this one that loved her so.

The quiet silence she once feared now became a joyous place. No longer afraid she left the silence to enter the world filled with noise and various voices that called to her.

Stillness and quiet became friends that allowed the still small voice of God’s son calling her. In this silent time spent with Jesus peace invaded her life. What was once frightening now was time longed for. The holy hush of silence allowed her to hear that still small voice of the one who loved her and gave his life for her and brought comfort.


Is It Just Me?

Sometimes I sit in silence in my quiet place and so many thoughts and questions flood into my conscious brain. Where are these questions coming from?

I pick up my Bible to read again only to have more questions to challenge me and what I have believed from childhood.

Closing my eyes, I lift my heart in silent prayer to my father. Once again I reaffirm my love and my belief. I thank Him for dying for me and that forgiveness is mine just because I have asked. I do believe.

Maybe you have never questioned but I have. Is God real? Yes I say, even when I can’t feel His presence I know by faith He is there. John tells me “In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God and the word was God.” Yes, yes, yes I say in my prayer to Him. God gently reminds me that the word became flesh and dwelt among us.

The enemy of my soul plants another question. Didn’t you ask God for….He didn’t answer. What about the starving children, what about all the suffering? If there was a God, a God of love would He allow this? Why do children die when people have prayed for healing?

Once again the evil one has tried to scatter his seeds of doubt in my soul and cause me to question.

I am not a theologian, I hold no advanced degrees in apologetics and I certainly hold no degrees in the study of Greek or Hebrew. Still I believe and I believe by faith. What is that, well my answer comes from God’s written word, the Bible in Hebrews 11:1, “ Faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen.” I either choose to believe or I don’t.

It is my choice whether to allow the seeds of doubt to take root in the soil of my heart or to believe God’s promises. Oh there are times when I want to scream –really, you could have fixed this, or why God, I don’t understand. Yes I have prayed and asked for God to heal, or asked for Him to work in a certain circumstance and there were no answers. Am I tempted to just throw away all the belief and become…I have thought about it? I still choose to believe and to believe by faith. I don’t understand everything that happens and I may not have the answers to the whys but I put my trust in God.

This verse in 2 Timothy 2:12 says: “ I know in whom I have believed and He is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto Him.”

In the end it comes down to I know, that I know, that I know. I can’t explain it and maybe you may think I am foolish but I have come this far by faith, trusting in Jesus God’s son and I am not turning back now.


It’s A Brick Wall

There it was.  The proverbial “brick wall.”  I was doing so well and thought to myself, wow, this commitment to write something every day would be easy. I don’t know why I thought this was going to be easy.  I was so wrong!  I hit that wall and nothing would come to mind.  No inspiration, no great ideas or thoughts, just the brick wall.

Muttering to myself “brick wall, brick wall” I kept repeating it over and over. Just when I thought it would be impossible to keep my promise to write, inspiration smacked me right in the face. The proverbial light dawned.  “That’s it,” you should write about brick walls.

Everyone at some time in their lives will come against some immovable object or situation that we deem unable to conqueror.  We smack up against it and all our inspiration, or our dreams and plans come to a screeching halt.

We can’t, or we won’t even try to succeed in the thing we have promised to do, or the drive and passion just dwindles away and we give up.  Suddenly there are questions as to why we think this thing is within our grasp or our ability to accomplish.

When this happens to me there is a verse in scripture that tells me I am strong enough to accomplish whatever task is before me.  Philippians 4:13 says “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.” Even after reading this verse there are times I say to myself I can’t or I won’t and doubt dumps a truckload of reason why I can’t.

Have you ever felt that way?  Maybe you have faced the following “brick walls.”

A serious illness

Loss of a loved one

Loss of a job


Lack of self-confidence

Emotional hurts

You say I can’t go on.  This wall will never crumble.  I have lost a will to fight.  Maybe your wall is not as serious as the list above, but whatever you face, huge or inconsequential you still believe it is impossible.  Each of us fights our own private battles known only to us.

Lack of inspiration to write my seem silly to those facing more serious situations but on this day, for me, keeping my commitment to writing, would be inexcusable – at least in my eyes.  I am able to excuse others but I am harder on myself.

During these times God gently leads me to a place of understanding.  Sometimes I am thankful for brick walls that have protected me from doing something stupid.  Other times the wall teaches me patience and in the waiting I have found the answer.

No matter the wall or the circumstances that surround it I know my Heavenly Father is aware of just what I need and what is best for me.  The longer I serve Him the more I know that with Him nothing will seem impossible.

Placing my hand in His I know that I will leap over that wall, tunnel through it, find a way round or accept the security of the wall knowing it is there for a reason.



New Package

A new package arrived on my door step.  I couldn’t recall ordering something and I certainly didn’t know anyone that would send something without notice.

The package was small.  I had seen a package like this before but where? The realization came  that a similar package came last year just about the same time.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to open this one after all, last year’s package wasn’t that great.  Curiosity got the best of me and gently lifting the small parcel I placed it on the table.

The more I stared at it the more I wondered what it contained.  The thoughts of its contents entertained me for a short time.  Yes, it was addressed to me.  Correct street number, zip code and city were all correct.  Hmmm maybe I have a benefactor and I didn’t know it.  There it was, my name plain as day.

Ok, enough speculating – I carefully tore off the outer layer only to find a small box inside.  The words written on the box simply said open me.

After opening this gift, 2016 spread before me in all its splendor. The gift of a new year was mine.  Somehow I didn’t think of a new year as a gift.  After all, years come and go.  What is so special about this one that it came wrapped and left for me to discover.  It was like every other year that floated through my life.  It had months, weeks and days.  Nothing special about that I surmised.  What am I going to do with this?

Sitting at the table a cup of tea in hand my mind races with thoughts of what I could do with that New Year.  Thinking about 2015 assured me I certainly didn’t want to repeat the same old things over again.  A year beginning so small yet, in reality, it loomed largely.

Just standing on the edge of the new year it seemed like so like so much time.  Twelve months, 52 weeks and oh yes 366 days, (2016 is a leap year) but if last year was a pattern this new year would slip by quickly and I would find another package on my step.

As much as I wanted to I would not be able to save the days or prolong each day or month.  The instructions in the box said use each day wisely.  You can’t even accumulate the minutes each one must be used.  Once the time is passed it is gone forever and what you have done and the results are ever autographed on the day’s page.

Staring at the little box I knew that as days passed this box of a year would accumulate and stretch before.  Bowing my head in prayer I asked for guidance and help in this New Year.

These words raced through my mind and it sums up what I want to do with this gift of 2016.

“Only one life will soon be past, only what’s done for Christ will last.”  C.T. Studd.  Maybe I could paraphrase this and say “only one year and it will soon be past and what you do for Christ will make 2016 meaningful and important.

Write well on the pages of your year friends!





When my life is parched and it seems like I am walking through the desert

YOU ARE:  the spring of living water that satisfies the deep longings of my soul

When I am troubled and my life is a chaotic mess

YOU ARE: the peace that calms the troubled waters

When I am lonely and feel I have no one that cares

YOU ARE: the friend that walks beside me and promised never to leave me

When I am so tired and can’t go on

YOUR ARE: my rest in a weary land

When my life’s path seems dark and I can’t find my way

YOU ARE: the lamp unto my feet and a light unto my way

When I have lost the song in my heart

YOU ARE: the melody that comes and gives me a new song to sing

When nothing seems to satisfy

YOU ARE:  are the fresh bread of life and you set a table before me

When everything seems to fall apart

YOU ARE: the structure and foundation in my life that will not crumble

When I search for truth and answers

YOU ARE: the way the truth and the life

When I search for love

YOU ARE:  love and  the lover of my soul

When I need a shelter

YOU ARE: the shelter in a my time of storm

When my back is against the wall and I am afraid

YOU ARE:  my strong tower of defense and run to you and I am safe


Just Cling


There is a line in an old hymn that says “simply to thy cross I cling.”


When life’s troubles are more than I can bear

When sickness lays me low

When friends have deserted

When I am afraid

When I have times of sorrow

When I need a friend

When the storms of life blow against me

When doctors say they have no answer

When I have lost my way and the path is difficult

When I think I can’t make it any more

When I think I have failed

During these times the words from the song Rock of Ages cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee show me the simple truth, and give me the direction I need to go.

This line of the song blesses me and brings hope: