Joseph wasn’t unlike some teenagers of today. His father’s overt favoritism left him with that strong sense of entitlement—
“I really am all that.” “It really is all about me.”
Jacob, Joseph’s father, AKA Israel, made Joseph an expensive and fancy coat to–well–die for. Almost.
God had plans to use Joseph to save the nation of Israel, but first Joseph needed a humbling period.
Joseph needed to mature. The enrollment into the University of Hard Knocks began. Continue reading
It never ceases to amaze me that the GOD OF ALL CREATION—THE ALMIGHTY CREATOR—Longs to be part of our lives.
In real estate it’s all about:
LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION Continue reading
Happy Saturday everybody.
When I find something of great value I like to share it.
That is why I have spent countless hours telling stories of how God has transformed me from a person who felt meaningless and unwanted to a person who realizes that God, the Creator of the universe, the All Mighty, All Powerful God–is also my Father.
He redeemed this unwanted, forsaken, sinful, selfish, forgotten, fatherless self–ME–into His kingdom through the blood of Jesus Christ, His Son.
So now I can say,
For as the heavens are high above the earth, So great is His mercy toward those who fear Him; As far as the east is from the west, So far has He removed our transgressions from us. As a father pities his children, So the Lord pities those who fear Him. For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.
Psalm 103: 11-14
I sat in the living room, my eyes glued on the clock, with tears streaming down my face. My fifteen year old heart had been broken by a super cute boy named Joe. I had been stood-up for the first time. Joe had not called or shown up for our date. This happened during the seventies when cell phones and text messages had not been yet dreamed up.
“What are you crying about?” my mom said.
“Joe did not show up or call. He was supposed to be here at 7:00 and it is now way past 7:30!” I said, tears gushing.
“Pshhh! “ she smirked, “You think that is heartbreak—wait till you get older and find out what heartbreak really feels like.” She walked off to her bedroom. Continue reading
I have never been much for believing in coincidences.
The Bible says that God directs our steps and knows just how many hairs are on our heads, so it is hard for me to imagine Him leaving things to chance.
My son, Jonathan, entered a drawing for a professional photo shoot a couple of years ago and won. Funny thing, Jonathan was always entering contests and seemed to have a knack for winning. He won a beautiful flat big-screen TV from a drawing also before that.
The photo shoot was taken in Spring of 2011.
Just months later, on September 24, 2011, Jonathan was killed in a motorcycle accident at the age of 27. Continue reading
A picture began circulating in November. It should be “The Picture of the Year,” or perhaps, “Picture of the Decade.” It won’t be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the U.S. paper which published it, you probably would never have seen it.
The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby was diagnosed with spina bifica and would not survive if removed from his mother’s womb. Little Samuel’s mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta. She knew of Dr. Bruner’s remarkable surgical procedure. Practicing at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb. Continue reading
As I have mentioned before, my former married life was excruciatingly painful. I often felt overwhelmed and badly in need of an emotionally supportive friend at home. God sent that supportive friend in the form of a dog.
Annie and me 1997.
God knew what He was doing when he made dogs. Annie was the best friend a person could want. It was spring of 1986. My three children then were five and under. As an avid animal lover, I jumped at the chance to get a lapdog when I heard there was a litter of designer-puppies. Free! They turned out to be a Lhasa-apso-terrier-mix. The owner did not want to deal with selling the mixed-breed pups. For over a week I begged my then-husband to give a puppy a try until he finally conceded, but was adamant he didn’t want this dog, he wanted a Doberman.
There was only one female left by the time we got the puppy. She was blonde, very affectionate and cuddly, with a curled, shaggy tail.
The kids and I were exhilarated when we brought her home. Months before we knew of the litter, I told the kids someday I wanted a girl dog named Annie. After that, my two year old son told everyone “My doggy name Annie,” so we named this puppy Annie.
I found a beautiful song that helps everything make so much sense. It is called “Blessings” The music is absolutely lovely, but the words are priceless and speak miles and miles of wisdom. I hope you get to listen to this song and that it will bless you as much as if has blessed me!
This person who wrote the lyrics, Laura Story, she gets it! She was there. Her dream marriage came under fire as she and her husband battled for his health.*
As for me, I spent years angry at God for all the heartache and physical pain in my life. I felt cursed and I blamed Him for it.
In Matthew 17:20 Jesus said, “ I tell you, if you have faith as small as a tiny mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”
This verse greatly frustrated me because I know Jesus doesn’t lie.
I had faith the size of coconuts, yet the mountains weren’t moving.
And, everything–even ordinary things, just seemed impossible! Continue reading
This small image carries an amazing amount of truth! And it is too important not to share.
I found this image on Facebook
You know that feeling of resistance we naturally get when we are required to step outside our zone of comfort, to push further, strive harder and move past stagnation?
Much like when the momma bird pushes her young to the edge of the nest. What is that youngling thinking?
“Momma’s off her rocker!”
“She’s trying to kill me!”
“How could she do this to me?”
That little one, paralyzed by fear, becomes frozen as momma gives the final shove.
Down, down it goes until finally it gets this crazy notion to flap its wings… flap, flap, flap… Continue reading
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