The Mouths of Babes

You have taught children and infants
to tell of your strength,
silencing your enemies
and all who oppose you.

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Scribe’s Playlist: Nothing Is Impossible

What can we expect when our belief is so big, doubt has no room to intrude? What happens when our faith allows God to answer our prayers?

For a brief glimpse into the possible, I invite you to share my headphones for a moment and enjoy…

Nothing Is Impossible

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Hope

I finally got my Christmas tree set up.

This is the latest I’ve ever waited. After the business of this fall, with moving to a new home, my brother’s wedding, and battles again strep infection and bronchitis in the midst of it all, I began to wonder whether I had the energy for Christmas.

Then, the message on my tree skirt reminded me of something….  Continue reading

Scribe’s Playlist — The Light in Me

The Scribe’s Playlist is a series of posts in tribute to those minstrels whose music not only sparked ideas, mirrored characters and set the mood for certain scenes in my novel, but also kept me motivated to finish it. I invite you to share my headphones for a moment and enjoy…  Continue reading

Fresh Manna by Tim Burt: The Power in Reflecting on God’s Power

Check out this inspiring post by Pastor Tim Burt.

Fresh Manna by Tim Burt: The Power in Reflecting on God’s Power.

In his Fresh Manna blog, Pastor Burt encourages readers experiencing difficult times to focus on all God has done and can do. There is true power in this kind of reflection.

What are your thoughts on Pastor Burt’s post?

Speaking of reflection….Stay tuned in the next day or two for the first in a new series of posts entitled: Jesus’ Light In Action.

Trading Fears for Tears?

Sometimes an annoying situation glares at us like a zagged crack right down the center of a pane of glass.

A couple weeks ago, I was at the mall doing some last-minute shopping before my brother’s wedding when I witnessed one mother facing such a crack.

“Shut up right now,” she said to her crying toddler as they came up to share my bench. “I mean it. You stop all that, or I’ll leave you here. You know I will.”

The little boy just cried harder.

“All right,” she said. “I’ll leave you right here, and I don’t care if somebody takes you away.”

To my shock, and his, she did just that. Continue reading