I writhed in bed and twisted the sheets. Emotional pain seared my heart once again. Would it never end? As my mind searched out the future, a road of shredded hopes littered the way. Even the warmth of my husband’s arms could not relieve the pain. Then God whispered between the anxious thoughts to read again the devotional He had set before my eyes that night. Words of praise and thanksgiving spoken by “Girlfriends in God” squeaked past … Continue reading →
“I can see clearly now, the rain is gone, I can see all obstacles in my way. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun Shinny day.” I think I can make it now, the pain is gone All of the bad feelings have disappeared Here is that rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) … Continue reading →
“He wraps Himself in Light,and darkness tries to hideAnd trembles at His voiceTrembles at His voice “How great is our God–sing with me How great is our God–and all will see How great, how great is our God.” Lyrics by Chris Tomlin, Jesse Reeves, Ed Cash copyright and released 2004 While I cloaked myself in darkness, drawing into the pain and hurt, wallowing in the slop of anger, the Lord was sending His light into the tiny crevices of … Continue reading →
The darkness shrouds me once again. The all-too-familiar squeezing of the chest and gnawing at my stomach have made their presence known again. And I cry out to God in my pain. How long, Oh Lord? Will the guilt always been a mantel that I wear? Will I ever find beauty for ashes? I’m holding on by only a thread as the second day draws to a midnight close. I know there is only peace in You … Continue reading →
This is the first time I am participating in a Five-Minute Writing Prompt that is featured each week at Lisa-Jo Baker’s blog: “The Gypsy Mom.” Each week Lisa gives a word to write on for five minutes. And you just go for it. Boy! Is that tough for me. No editing. No over thinking. No worrying about writing a perfect post. So here goes! Go. Several years ago, I went through a pit of depression. The walls were closing in … Continue reading →
He is my Rock in turbulent waters “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18 NIV A few months ago it would have been difficult for me to see the truth of God’s promise here even though it has been underlined in my Bible for probably years. I was so caught in the grip of fear and anxiety that I allowed it to take over God’s promises in His … Continue reading →
Dear Amy, When the latest blow of pain sliced through my heart like a knife, you stood beside me with your ever-present gift of comfort and tender sensitivity to my words and hurt. But your face registered a look I’d never seen before, and it sent a wave of tremors through my insides. You looked Stunned. Shocked. Incredulous. Twenty minutes later as you moved around the room, you said, “Wow. I’m just having a hard time comprehending this. Two … Continue reading →
I’ve heard His voice while pouring out my pleas, the desires pounding deep within my heart, the prayers crying out for the one who has walked away. He has whispered to my spirit while I’ve knelt before the altar. His voice has been heard through friends’ wise counsel. It’s time to turn my heart toward Him. To forsake all others who have been the center of my attention, the desire of my mother-heart. I have said, “yes,” yet … Continue reading →
The Empty Tomb stained glass inside the chapel at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton’s Church “But now, this is what the Lord says–he who created you, O Jacob (fill in your name), he who formed you, O Israel; “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you … Continue reading →
On a mild December afternoon, a sparkle in the yard caught my eye. It seemed to come from the orange tree. And although I knew it was too early for blossoms on the tree, I tip-toed out to the tree with curiosity. No blossoms greeted me, but the tree had green, golf-ball sized oranges perched on scattered limbs. I was stunned. I had never seen a blossom in the spring after our frigid winter that nearly killed the fruit … Continue reading →
