Showing posts from March, 2013

The Storm of Life

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Psalm 18:2  The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
This weekend was painful. My husband decided to give himself a concussion as well as assess his skin’s capacity to handle needlework on two separate occasions. After long hours in the emergency room and a few more in the urgent care clinic, I brought him home with a dozen stitches, funky vision, and a wicked headache. As I watched the man I loved late into the night, I praised the Lord. My husband was alive. He still had his eyesight. So many things could have gone so much worse. The Almighty had not only delivered my wonderful man from a horrible fate but had seen me through a long, emotional weekend. Thank you, Lord for showing me Your wonderful provision and glorious love. You have once again given me the power and strength to withstand the storms of life. You are…

Music in the Air: A Joyful Noise

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Psalm 98:4 “Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all the earth: make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.”
Have you ever sat in church and listened to the soaring notes of the choir as they sing “How Great Thou Art?” What about a soloist’s rendition of “He’s Alive?” Chills race down your spine before you brush the tears from your face. The glory of the Lord shines in His house, right? Then there’s the one standing in the pew behind you. You know the person I’m talking about. Off-key Bobbie Sue and her “angelic” daughter who belongs in children’s church. She always belts out the hymns and praise songs at the top of her lungs, with her daughter keeping time with a methodical kick to your back rest. At least you don’t have to worry about straying from the beat, huh? Directly to your right, across the aisle, is the church mouse. The music starts and her head lands in the hymnal (or bulletin as the case may be). A whispe…

Guest: The Test of Trials

I teach a five-week English Composition class online for a small Midwestern college. As a way to get to know my new students, I have them write a short introduction that not only allows me to see the skill sets I’ll be working with, but lets me get to know them. The thing I am surprised at the most is the ability they have to share their most intimate and personal thoughts, all because they are not face-to-face with either fellow students or instructors. I have watched as students encourage other students that are almost illiterate. I hear touching stories of deployments, divorce, alcoholism, and abuse, a subject that is personal to me. I’m moved by the way these students reach out and not only ask for help, but offer it. In this class, I have found that I am so much more than an instructor who corrects grammar and punctuation. I am a friend, a mentor, a guide and a protector. The beauty of this job is that I realize the place of authority God has pu…


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