Stay with Me

He was despised and rejected and forsaken by men, a Man of sorrows and pains, and acquainted with grief and sickness; and like One from Whom men hide their faces He was despised, and we did not appreciate His worth or have any esteem for Him. Surely He has borne our griefs (sicknesses, weaknesses, and … Continue reading Stay with Me

From the Corner

This past week God brought another old song to my memory, and had me revisit an old post from August of 2016. You can read it by clicking here   In that post, I talked about being a corner-sitter. How I've always been a corner-sitter, "I’ve a confession to make. I am a corner-sitter. Have … Continue reading From the Corner

Stop and Smell the Flowers

https://youtu.be/_PkDusBOdR0   Fifteen years ago this spring I heard this song for the first time on Christian radio. There were so many good thoughts contained within the song, but this one phrase is what seemed to burn in my heart: "take us to the throne room, in the city of our God" We had just … Continue reading Stop and Smell the Flowers

Singing His Glory

  My heart is flowing with thanksgiving for all of the prayers offered for me as I was shut in with the after-effects of last week's infusion. I am so grateful for the time that He gave to call me deeper into His heart. While the physical effects were heavy, the soul effects were heavier, … Continue reading Singing His Glory

Our Compassionate Father

When I heard God whisper the word "compassion" during the closing months of last year, I knew that a surrender was being called forth.  I had remembered that the root words for compassion mean to "suffer with." And so I sat down with His Spirit to ask what He meant . . . Well, actually … Continue reading Our Compassionate Father

Mercy in the Withering

  At the back edge of my daughter's yard there stands a gnarled, withered old apple tree. When I spent several days with her last week, I found myself drawn to this tree each morning.  It was the aging of the fruit scattered on the ground and the withering of the leaves that felt familiar … Continue reading Mercy in the Withering