I was born seventy three years ago in Owensboro Kentucky - a pretty little city perched along the Ohio River. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother and I have a rich heritage in memories from which to draw. I recently began blogging true stories and incidents that have occurred in my life. I am now writing some stories of pure fiction glazed with truth. My desire is to gratify the reader and glorify my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. The Lord gifted me with humor and I enjoy passing it along.
Rhea B. has written 45 on Christian Women Online.
THE CAUSE: John 3:16 CEV “God loved the people of this world so much that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who has faith in Him will have eternal life and never really die.” Love The Lamb: John 1:29 NIV The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him and said, “Look, the […]
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I often wonder while living my life ~ this ordinary life ~ do I, or even can I, fully worship, love, and obey in truth my God and Father, the One who dwells on a plane I can’t with the frailty of my human thoughts, begin to comprehend? I can only reach out with my […]
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The black skeletal trees stand in stark relief to the gray-white background of all else. There is an edge of ice glittering on the northern rim of each limb; it seems slightly threatening in this dying day. A huge storm was promised with blizzard conditions, but only a dusting of white powder snow is scattered […]
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The prologue: “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night …” Winter’s chill is in the air, and the moon is a sliver of frozen light, The world pauses, and silence wraps the shepherds in a holy hush. The black crystal canvas of the […]
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I have taken a break from the fun task of making Christmas goodies; slow but syncopated music fills the air; thoughts of family stir in my heart. I am spending imaginary time with my grandchildren this morning; the music leads the way; they flesh it out. I’m letting my ideas run their erratic course. Something […]
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I am standing in the dappled shade of shallow woods. Through the low-hanging branches, I see liquid diamonds sparkle as ripplets bounce off the partially submerged sand rock in the creek. The stream slowly winds its way, in no hurry, to join a rushing great river. I am still barely breathing; I ignore the tickle […]
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"I will hope in Your name, for Your name is good." (Psalm 52:9)
The words in this song stay with me: "Sometimes, I don't know what You're doing, but I know who You are."
When we can't understand the reasons, we choose to trust His love and His goodness, His wisdom and His grace. We choose to trust Him.
One of my favorite scriptures to remember when I am in need of hope is from Isaiah 40, when Isaiah says that God 'tends His flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart.'
The other day I asked my daughter what she thought of God and she said 'He is our great holder.'
I think it's one of the best descriptions of the Father that I've ever heard. He is my Great Holder.
I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.
~Isaiah 46:4
Trusting in Him,
Christie