Accepting Grace

Accepting Grace

“You have such beautiful hair.” I dip my head and laugh softly. “Oh, this is my rainy-day ‘do.” The memory of her wide smile and genuine compliment rang in my ears for the rest of the day. She meant it. I knew she did. But I struggled to believe it because, instead of cascading curls,…

Into The Darkness

Into The Darkness

I made a startling discovery while washing dishes this evening. And I never would have discovered it had it not been evening. The dancing darkness outside the window pulled me in, inviting me to plunge into nothingness and numbness and the shivery night. My fingers slowed on their sudsy trek through the dishwater and I focused, truly focused, on the window and my view of the outside world.

A Daisy in the Darkness

A Daisy in the Darkness

Usually, I like roses. The sparkling purity of a white rose is lovely. Red roses remind me of sappy sweet romances. I find blue roses interesting. Yellow roses make me smile. And my friends know that peach roses are my favorite flower in all the world.

So when I saw the daisy planted by a neighbor’s mailbox, I almost walked right by it.

But then, I stopped…

Walls

Walls

My quiet time that day started out like any other. A quick prayer left my lips for God to bless my heart as I sought Him. I opened the Bible study book I was currently working through. And an eye-opening, heart-rending hour began. Many times, I was tempted to close my Bible, say “Amen,” and…

Grace

Grace

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9 You want to know something? Confession makes me uncomfortable. Getting honest before God is tough for me. I’m a perfectionist. I like to have everything neat and tidy, all my…

The Apple of His Eye

The Apple of His Eye

Perhaps because it is so honest and authentic, Psalm 17:8 has always been one of my favorite verses. “Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings.” Psalm 17:8 (NIV) “Keep me as the apple of Your eye” the psalmist pleads. Can’t you just hear the desperation in…

The End.

The End.