The last night in Haiti is always so full of a mix of emotions. It’s sad to say goodbye to my Haitian friends and family, yet I look forward to the reuniting ahead. I always have things I wish I had done better or different. Yet I am also happy about things that went better
Every atom, of every molecule, of every drop of rain that falls was created by God Almighty, the Lord Jesus, the Holy Spirit who dwells in me.
The view out my window this morning is beautiful. Last night while I slept warm in my bed, yesterday’s day of freezing rain, ice, and sleet gave way to a sprinkling of snow. The ice on the trees provided a perfect place for the snow to rest. Now every limb of our apple tree is
It’s another snow day in Atlanta. This one caught some people by surprise. The roads are an icy mess. It all started yesterday about mid-day when, as the snow began to fall, people watched from their office windows, waiting anxiously for the word to abandon the office and head for home. For many,
Lord please grant that more of my life be driven by an overwhelming sense of joyful “want to” and not by a weighty sense of forced “ought to”.
I went for a walk down my street this morning. It’s January 1st, the first day of the year. Christmas and the New Years Eve parties are over, so all the Christmas lights were off. Some of the yard decorations were knocked over. Decorations had fallen off the trees. And those big blow-up Santa’s were
Marshall and I met for lunch last Thursday. It was the normal meeting, at the same place, at the usual time. But as I stepped up to the counter to order my food, I noticed something a little unusual. The guy next to me was evidently ordering for several of his coworkers. He had a
The heavens are telling of the glory of God; And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands. -Psalm 19:1. Want to hear a word from God? Turn off your own porch light and look up.
In wild pursuit of a skirt, he left his beloved for a temporary Venus. But when the cash for goods exchange was through, the rosy lens faded, briefly removing the cloak from his eye and revealing what had become the cruel prison of his desire. Words from The Sunday Whirl : pursuit, prison, lens, wild, cruel, Venus,
December is here. The stress level is high. It seems odd that for this one month out of the year, people feel obligated to be givers. Perhaps that’s why it’s so stressful. Most of us are not used to it. Each one of you should give just as he has decided in his heart, not