I love the testimony of King David in Psalm 27:13-14 where he says “I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.”
While I may love that testimony and I certainly love the Psalms – I certainly do not like the actual waiting part. However, as my husband and I are in this uncomfortable waiting mode, I am finding I am handling it better this time around than I usually do.
But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted; you consider their grief and take it in hand.
I am on a journey, as we all are. My particular journey often seems to be centered on the consequences of a lot of past choices I have made. I don’t doubt that many of you are on the same kind of journey.
Recently I’ve had the “opportunity” to consider some of my less wise choices again (and again, and again). Since entering treatment almost 3 years ago
Green-yellow heavy orbs with golden-brown mottling are bending the boughs of the Keefer pear tree. The Honey bees are still in abundance even though they are moving sluggishly in the cool late autumn days. They love the pears and guard them stringently.
The Keefers are not the prettiest of fruit they are large, hard, yet juicy. They soften long after hitting the ground. The time comes when I can wait no longer and with my husband wielding the
Updated 10-29-2013 at 06:48 PM by RheaB
You were running a good race. Who cut in on you to keep you from obeying the truth?
I love football, in fact I have been called a football fanatic. My grandson Jonny plays on the local high school football team and for the first time in years, they are doing great. In fact, they just made the playoffs with their win this past Friday night. But I want to talk about a game earlier in the season. We were playing the #1 ranked team in the State in the Class 4A division.
I could hardly pick my foot up off the step. The more I tried, the more I was met with an even stronger resistance. I looked behind me once again to take a glance at the long, dark spiral staircase below that I had already conquered and knew this present step would soon be numbered with its counterparts behind me. The thought alone gave me the motivation to master the task.
It seemed only yesterday I had placed my foot on that first step. It was