“…and who is that God that shall [bring deliverance from] my hands? Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, answered and said to the king, ‘O Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer thee in this matter. If it be so, our God Read more…
Change is a part of life. Some change is easier than others. It doesn’t take courage to change your socks or shoes. The change from the busyness of life to the stillness of nature is a blessing. But when faced Read more…
“…for Jordan overfloweth all his banks all the time of harvest…” Joshua 3:15 Waters swirling, current rushing, uncrossable was the Jordan River. No bridge, no stepping stones, no place to wade across; just the awful reality of flood waters with Read more…
“Now it came to pass in the days when the judges ruled, that there was a famine in the land. And a certain man…went to sojourn…” Ruth 1:1 Our story of life is written daily. In the midst of our Read more…
In early spring I answer the call to search for the treasures of the season. As I wend my way down the trail and over the wooded hillside myriads of Spring Beauty spread out on the forest floor in a quantity of Read more…
The storms of the past few days have brought back memories from when I was in the throes of homeschooling my five children. Three of those five have since graduated from high school. Those of you that are still in Read more…
The night was long and full of despair. Finally morning came, but everything felt hopeless. The clouds hung low and dark. Listlessly, Matthias walked the streets. The day seemed like it would never end. That evening, however, Matthias was drawn Read more…
The morning came and with it more heartache for Matthias. The soldiers throughout the night and on into the morning had spit upon Jesus, slapped him and made fun of Him. Tears coursed down Matthias’ face as he watched them Read more…
A portion of Matthias Meets Jesus by Holly Miller Matthias is a small boy living on the streets of Jerusalem. He longs to meet Jesus but feels like Jesus wouldn’t want to meet him because of his sins. He follows the Read more…
As I crested the rise in the road, the low rolling hills stretched out before me; time seemed to turn its hands back to the 1700’s as I slowed for the rhythmic sound of horse hooves and whir of buggy Read more…