Where are you? Who are you? Do you understand what you are reading? What does this mean? Do you believe this? When will these things be?...

Slicing and dicing Carefully chopping away A fruity, fall garden salad “Did God really say . . .?” (Genesis 3:1)

There was no apparent beauty to lose Protected, undetected - hidden from view A flower was forming as a sleepy seed grew The cold ground...

Is it a picnic or a panic? You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows....

The early morning darkness Hours before the dawn Tears of joy I can’t explain Or imagine ever being gone They could soon be gone forever...

. . . doesn’t have to be scary. IF  you know the One who is absolutely, in absolute control of everything - and everyone. Of course, if...

Theological eloquence Chronological snobbery A lethal combination I hate that I love being smug A silent way to judge Lifting myself...

The parade before my eyes Appears to be never-ending If seeing is believing Why go on pretending? All that pauses before my eyes Is not...

Silently now I wait for Thee Ready my God Thy will to see . . . (Open My Eyes That I May See - Clara  H. Scott) If...

There was, and apparently still is, a perfume called My Sin, created in Russia in 1924. I don’t know if my mother used it , but I am sure...

What I thought would bring a life of satisfaction Was in truth just a lifeless distraction One holy ounce of prevention Sharpened my...

Hide and seek in the garden God will always find us And when he does (he ALWAYS does) He brings us home free - leaving our past far...

There was a time when . . . But that was then and this is not Thanks for the memories . . . forgetting what lies behind and straining...

We must picture Hell as a state where everyone is perpetually concerned about his own dignity and advancement, where everyone has a...

He doesn't take dictation!

I will walk by faith 'til my walkin' is done Holdin' on to the Kingdom come Kingdom Come - Pierce Pettis

The dust beneath the welcome mat Outside the back door It's no disgrace to know your place Don't inflate your value - blessed are the...

. . . or under it, or through with it. But it's OK, because I don't want to. These lyrics grabbed my heart's attention years ago and show...

It’s a little like “wack a mole.” In this life the old man still pops up (almost any place we’re not looking). The better approach is to...