God is my rock. He remains solid and steadfast, firm and unchanging. He is God. I may wake up in a good mood or bad mood, but He doesn’t change. Some days, I hear Him with crystal clarity and some days I hear Him as if I’m under water. But He doesn’t change. He is…
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My Needs, His Faithfulness
Jesus says His Father in heaven knows my needs. He says He’s my provider. If He’s my provider and He’s my supplier, then who’s responsible for meeting my needs? Him or me? If He’s my everything, if He says one thing is needful and that’s Him, then what about my physical needs on this earth?…
God Wins Again…and Again…and Again
I find it interesting how many times the history of Israel’s freeing from Egypt is recounted in the Bible. It seems like something I should take note of. Not only the story, necessarily, but also the repetition. It’s told over and over again. God continually reminds Israel of how He got them out of Egypt,…
A Prayer from Dust
…He is mindful that we are but dust (Psalm 103:14 NASB). But it sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes. God directs my steps and designs my days, and He allows calamity. And I know He uses all things to form me and make me into His image more and more. He uses the good things…
My Hope in Helplessness
I need to keep my eyes on You, Jesus. You are all good, full of lovingkindness, and just. I will sing of lovingkindness and justice, to You, O Lord, I will sing praises (Psalm 101:1 NASB). There is so much wickedness around me, in this world. I am so overwhelmed by it. When I hear…
We’re All Different
We’re all different. Some weird, some normal, some well-liked, some disliked. Just all different. All trying to do it right and be accepted, be in the in-crowd wherever we find ourselves. But we’re all different and unique. Who can say why one person can tell a joke and everyone laughs, says he or she is…
Lucy Living
“Oooh,” Lucy exclaimed at her computer screen. She clicked “Add to Cart” and scrolled down. “Oh, I like that,” she said, leaning in for a closer look. Roger ambled to her side. Resting his gnarled hand on her shoulder, he asked, “How’s it going?” Lucy smiled up at him and patted his hand, “Good.” “It’s…