God, thank you that you are always true to your Word. You will faithfully fulfill all your promises. You have promised to provide for all the needs of your children, and not to leave us as orphans. Thank you for the special care and compassion you show for the lonely, for widows, and for orphans. Thank you for your promise to settle the barren woman in her home, and to set the lonely in families. Thank you for the instances I see of your faithful, consistent, and caring fulfillment of these ...
Do you ever hear a chance phrase that sums up a long-forgotten song in your mind? That happened to me today…suddenly, the entire refrain of Bette Midler’s “From a Distance” began playing in my head. This was a pretty popular song back in the early nineties and although I haven’t heard it in years, the lyrics were all in that musical storage box we all seem to have in our brains. The words filtered through…’God is watching us, God is watching us, God is watching us…from a distance.’ ...
The LORD is near the brokenhearted; He saves those crushed in spirit. (Psalms 34.18)* It was Sunday morning as I headed up the aisle toward my seat, my husband who always arrives first, was waiting. I settled in and prepared for the rest of my family to appear. You know how it is, pleasantries, and visiting all around. Our pew is usually the fifth or sixth row from the front, to the left of the pulpit and just behind ...
Updated 02-03-2012 at 12:04 PM by RheaB
Psalm 19:7a "The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul." "reviving the soul"-restoring life to a soul that has lost its life. I have seen the life sucked out of a soul by sin and disobedience. Misery comes to fill the void. It is a sad sight, a miserable soul. That is not what God intended. He came that we might have abundant life. (John 10.) God desires our good (Jeremiah 29:11), but we can only access the good and abundant life He has for us when ...
It’s easy to become weary of winter. Darkness falls early, quick and heavy. Grass is brown and dry beneath my feet, trees reach bare branches up and out like they, too, are anxiously waiting for garments of new growth. Spring, summer, and fall seem to pass so quickly with their tides of color and change…but winter feels long, lasting. The days look the same and I begin to ache for buds of new life on the bushes that line my house, long dusky evenings, green ...
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