Psalm 28:7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him. The dark still lingers. Coffee perked. The morning sounds beginning. My farmer and girls; still milking. The pause before the day begins. One of my favorite times of day. It is the time I feel most in tune with my Savior. The time when my heart is full. When I feel strong. It is after my feet have touched the floor. The moments where my soul has been refreshed in ... View Post
Until it Was Gone
Fear just up and left. I am not kidding. I have felt it living in my bones. Crippling me at times. Needing to grasp and hold on tightly. The moment one of the kids gets into the car. When they are gone for long periods of time. When they want to go to a friends. The constant need for a call; to be in touch. To hear their voice. Secretly wanting them all in the house. In their rooms. Going no where. It has paralyzed me. And I didn't even know it. Looking back, it began the ... View Post
Stepping into the Hope Promised, When All I Really Want to do is Throw a Tantrum
"May we cherish a grateful and cheerful disposition, not murmuring and repining if our wishes are not indulged, or because some sorrows are blended with our enjoyments, But, sensible of our desert, and impressed with the number and greatness of thy benefits, may we bless and praise thee at all times." My friend sends me this quote. I am so grateful for her. A book of Puritan prayers. The apostle Paul says it this way, Phillipians 4:12 I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in ... View Post
My Name is Tammy and I Make my Bed Everyday
I haven't showered. Laundry is piled on the floor. Book work stacked on the table and in piles. It's tax time you know. And the beat of that clock is ticking. I can feel it. I make my bed. Yes. In the middle of all the chaos. There is one thing. Constant. I make my bed. What does that say about me? I am sure psycho therapists would have a field day. Of all the things that need to get done. I make my bed. Every day. With out fail. I wash my sheets too. Almost ... View Post
I Ponder These Things
13 years ago I sat in the wee hours of the morning. Bathed in the twinkling Christmas lights. Hope wrapped inside; heavy with child. Nights uncomfortable. Seeking solace in the quiet. Pondering. So different from my walk today. A Christmas child. Due at any moment. What did Mary feel as she carried the Hope of all Nations? What was it like that night when all hung in balance as the Incarnate became Flesh? Isaiah 9:6 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the ... View Post
When the Missing is Deep
Hi Elijah. I miss you so much. They are coming out with a new Star Wars movie. The products are all over the place. It's been so fun to look - at all the stuff. To remember when I was a kid. But then. . . I got to the Lego aisle. And I still can't stop the racking sobs. They threaten to undo me. Our last Christmas together you got a Star Wars Lego kit. You were a Senior in High School. Enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. Yet the one item you pulled yourself away from the family for was, a lego ... View Post
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