Faith

We had a special prayer meeting tonight. It was called, to pray for our revival.

Was Jesus’ death and the shedding of His blood necessary? What did it accomplish? What does His blood mean for you? For this is My blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.

I've had a lot of health issues during this past year, and now that I seem to be over them, something else has taken their place. I have had a sneezing fit for the past two weeks that I've never experienced before.

Writing is the most intimate form of communication. Expressing our thoughts naturally flows like water filling a basin, and it is satisfying because it comes from a yearning to connect, to reveal, to inform, and persuasion may also be a factor.

Rain splashed down on my windshield. It was so hard; the wipers could hardly keep up with it.

My son, give attention to my words; Incline your ear to my sayings. Do not let them depart from your eyes; Keep them in the midst of your heart; For they are life to those who find them, and health to all their flesh. (Prov. 4:20-22) “Incline your ear to my sayings….they are…health.”

I hope. I hope you do too. Hope is hitched to the desires of one’s heart; it is the thread that embroiders dreams. Hope is faith in hand. Hope is fueled by love. I think hope is the heart’s prayer, and it is visible to God for His Kingdom is within us.

When I was a child, my siblings loved to tease me. We were in the kitchen one day, doing some baking.

Once trust is shattered, Romanians say you’ll blow on ice cream in fear of being scalded by boiling milk. The younger we are, the less we understand the heat that breaks our hearts.

So often the fiery darts of the enemy are launched from the mouths of “believers.” “Brood of vipers! How can you, being evil, speak good things? For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.” (Mt. 12:34) Our hearts are the soil in which our futures are grown.