Last Sunday, during the children’s message, our pastor invited them to each take a piece of paper upon which was written the word ‘ALLELUIA.”  They were instructed to hold on to them until the end of the service when they would come forward and place them in a box until Easter morning when they’d be released again.

During this time of Lent, our thoughts turn to repentance.  We should be looking at our sins with sadness.  Those sins are responsible for the sacrifice God made, by sending  His own flesh and blood to die in our place. That sacrifice would end all future sacrifices. On Good Friday, Jesus would be placed before a jeering crowd, spat upon, made to carry the instrument of His execution, be whipped with the lash and mocked as He gave up His life to pay for the sins of the world.  That perfect love – that unconditional love – that pure love that only God can give – is a gift to everyone who believes in Him.

Our hearts should be contemplative.  We should really think about the cost.  We should put our alleluias away for a while and turn to a realization of what it all means.  On Easter morning, when Jesus conquered death by rising to life, the alleluias will ring out with great excitement, because we know that when our own death comes, we will rise again!


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Every young girl dreams of someday finding her Prince Charming – of being magically transformed into a vision of loveliness – of finding true love and living happily ever after.  On our wedding day, we feel like a princess, dressed in pure glory from top to bottom – unsure of what the future holds, yet determined to fight for it.

When you’ve lived together as man and wife for over 54 years, some of that fairy dust wears away and you’re left with reality.  No longer are you able to spend a fortune on clothes.  Your focus turns away from yourself and on to those you love.  Your self sacrifice is unnoticed, but necessary.  It is at the core of true love.

Life has a way of sneaking up on us.  We notice it more when the young ones fly the coop. Little things get under our skin.  As we age, I think we lose some of our positivity, because we’ve experienced the hard times – the sad times – the ugly times and all the junk that goes with those times.

I could write an epistle about all the disappointments, failures and unfulfilled goals, but I don’t want to depress you.  The truth is, all those things are gifts to make us stronger.  “Sure,” you say.  How can a sick child or a dying loved one make you tougher?  How can a business failure make you wiser?  How does any crud that comes your way, temper you and refine you?

I am about to give you an example.  For many, many years I have taken very poor care of my feet – those two little appendages which have supported this overweight body for 76 years.  When I was in my early twenties, I wore stilettos which raised my arches even higher than they already were.  As a housewife, I’d get down on my hands and knees to scrub the floor.  As I did this task, my feet were bare and calluses formed on the tops of them.  I often went barefoot or wore shoes I purchased at a second hand store.  My feet became swollen along with the rest of me, when I was pregnant. During that time, I didn’t even know I had feet, because I couldn’t see them.

My story is like most women’s.  We often forget about taking care of our base.  – the platform upon which we establish our everyday living.  I finally went to see a podiatrist. From there, my Prince Charming, took me to an upscale shoe store and filled a prescription for shoe inserts.  Not only that, my dear Prince popped for some very expensive, sensible shoes.  I’ve never paid more than $50 for a pair of shoes in my life!

I feel like Cinderella.  I wore those shoes yesterday and felt the beginning of a transformation.  I was walking taller.  I was taking longer steps.  I felt confident.  To top it off, these are not like my grandmother’s sensible shoes – they’re actually cute.

“For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it. Therefore lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees,  and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be put out of joint but rather be healed. ”                   Hebrews 12:11-13



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As I look out my window at a sea of white, with 6-10″ more snow expected today and tomorrow, I wonder if winter will ever end.  This everlasting season is persistent, but there is a peace about it, especially when you don’t have to travel outside.

Where do you find contentment when all around seems lost,

In city streets so dimly lit, at an expensive cost,

In valleys green where water pours through rivers pure and clean,

In the darkness of the soul within, is that were you find peace?

In a sanctuary built of stone, where your problems you release,

Do you see it in the people that you greet most every day,

Is it in the quiet laughter of a child alone at play,

Is it in the calm serenity of music, art or dance,

Or does it come from looking at your love’s sweet, smiling glance,

Don’t search in darkest corners, you’ll never find it there,

The light that shines from heaven, will take away your care.


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He wasn’t your usual preacher. This man had taken a vow at the beginning of his life, to serve God.  He would separate himself from society – not indulge in things of the world – live alone as a hermit for many years as he prepared for his ministry.  During that time, he never cut his hair.  He ate what was available to him in the desert – mostly bugs and the fruit of the honey bee and his clothing would be made out of animal skins.

How would you receive a man like this if he came to your church today?  He’s dressed in rough, leather clothing.  His hair is long and matted.  His countenance weathered and lined.  His skin darkened by the sun.  It was obvious he hasn’t bathed in some time.  He’s boisterous – condemning – accusing and his words pierce the heart.  Would you welcome him with open arms?

This man comes from a long line of religious people.  His parents are in their latter years of living, yet even though they had given up on having children, they were blessed with this child.  As a boy, he studied the scriptures and grew strong in spirit.  His voice reaches crowds of thousands.

His references include a lifetime of service.  He does not have a bed to lay his head on, but many are entranced and inspired by his words.  They came in droves to hear him.  His sermons are filled with fire and brimstone – things most people don’t like to hear about, yet he offers a solution to man’s sinful ways.  He is preparing the way for the One who will come after him.

So here we have it.  A man who looks as if he’s homeless.  He’s dirty, sweaty, uncouth, and loud.  His resume is filled with a history of condemning sermons.  He draws great crowds. He’s charismatic.  He baptizes everyone who believe his words of the coming redemption of God.   He changes lives.  He touches all levels of society.  Would you hire him?

To most, the forerunner of Christ seems like a real nut case.  Kind of like the guy on the street, parading around with a sign that urges repentance.  His appearance leaves a lot to be desired.  He called people to realize their sin and come to repentance, and ended his sermons with the promise of salvation.  We all need to know that we’re sinners, so we can understand the depth of God’s love for us. When the Savior appeared before him, he knew at once that he was facing God’s own Son.

When Jesus was then baptized by John, he had no need for cleansing.  He was sinless.  Still he would carry the sins of the world to the cross and through this washing, he was demonstrating the sacrifice he would make for all of us.

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A ghostly apparition of what once was,

A lone specter – remnant of a time gone by,

The phantom ship glides across still waters,

Piloted by no one,

Empty of life,

Only a whisper – a shadow – a homeless soul –

Searching for a place to rest, to heal to mend,

The moon casts a mystical glow,

A monochromatic blend of blue, weaves a pattern of loneliness,

Symbolizing what might be,

What is,

What was,

In search of something,

Yet limited in its exploration,

No one to guide it,

Left alone to decide for itself,

In the end,

Wandering aimlessly,








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“Then Jesus was led up by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil.  And after fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry.” Matthew 4:1-2

He was at the gateway of His ministry.  Now thirty years old, the age of becoming a man, it was time.  For forty days and forty nights He prepared for His entrance.  For His whole lifetime He knew what His mission was.  This final act of obedience and a servant’s heart, would seal the deal.  Jesus now faced the enemy with the power of God’s mighty Word.

How often are we in a position like this?  It’s unlikely that we would go on a 40 day fast, but we all have our moments in the wilderness.  These times of weakness, of hopelessness, fear and dread, are the low points when it seems there is nothing left for us.  We may be at the depth of desperation, facing life threatening disease or self destruction.  We may have come to the end of our rope and see no light at the end of the tunnel.  This is the time when Satan moves in.  He’s privy to all our weaknesses, because he’s the one who caused them.  Therefore he will use every instrument in his arsenal to break us.

His first arrow is one which creates doubt.  It happened at the beginning when he tempted Adam and Eve to question God’s Word.  It happens whenever we wonder about God’s plans for our lives.  The second arrow, Satan aims and shoots with great cunning and accuracy.  It is directed at our personal needs – like hunger, thirst, pain, emotional scars.

Soon Satan has emptied his quiver and we are left filled with anger against God. We blame Him for all our problems.  We  question His motives.  We doubt His power. We think we can do a better job of running our lives.  We succumb to the weaponry of the devil and all his lies.

Jesus did not give in.  His sinless soul wouldn’t allow Him to cave to temptation.  He did so by using God’s Word.  He knew them all by heart.\ He’d studied them as a boy.  He inspired others to write them as God.  He was at a low point.  He hadn’t eaten for forty days.  His tongue was parched and His clothing smelly and soiled.  He was alone in a treacherous environment.  He was vulnerable, yet He remained steadfast.

Our time in the wilderness should be a time for us to contemplate what God has done for us – to pull ourselves out of the pit and rely on Him for comfort and contentment.  When we turn our thoughts to our Creator, our weaknesses are used to toughen us – to make us stronger – to fit us with the armor of salvation.  On our own, we’re incapable of gaining true peace.  With Christ and His Word, we’re covered.

When the devil left Jesus, angels came to minister to His needs.  When we let God take charge, we receive the same treatment.  Trust in Him and He will take care of all your needs.  There is no wilderness too great for Him to overcome.



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You speak, Lord and the mountains listen,

You open your hand and the power of rushing water jets from their walls,

The cliffs bow down to you,

How majestic is your name in all the world,

Within your fingers you carve the granite into flowage for water,

With one word, you contain those rushing rivers into glasslike lakes,

Your voice holds majesty and steadfastness and all the angels praise your holy name,

With your breath, we are inspired,

Your eyes survey your creation,

What once was good is now spoiled,

But still you maintain control over it,

Not a word or action goes unnoticed,

Not a prayer goes unheard,

Your ever presence comforts and protects us,

The mountains lay low at the sound of your voice,

You command water to spring from barren land,

And it heeds,

You say the word and your will is done,

In spite of us,

Where can we hide from you?

Why would we try?

Let me run to you instead of away,

Lead my steps straight to your waiting arms,

Let me rest in your unfailing love.


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For I eat ashes like bread
    and mingle tears with my drink, because of your indignation and anger;
    for you have taken me up and thrown me down.
 My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
PSALM 102:9-11


HOLY GOD:  I am a wretched sinner.  I cannot undo any of my sins.  They remain like a millstone around my neck.  I grow weary with the weight of them.  My heart is heavy.

There is nothing in my power which can turn me around.  My deeds are like ashes in your sight.  I humbly come to you, Dear, Heavenly, Father.

Your abounding love, you passion for your creatures, have spurred you to forgive.  Because of your unconditional mercy, I can come to you with confidence that you have already erased every sin from my soul.

As I think about the days ahead, of your passion, your suffering, your payment of ransom for my soul, allow my heart to open to the depth of it all.  Lift my heart out of the ashes and help me to soar on wings like eagles.

I praise you for your love.  I thank you for your guidance.  I honor you for your everlasting intervention in my life. In Jesus name.



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Like ships in the night, we pass through this life,

We’re tossed and oft crushed by the waves,

We sometimes sail peacefully then there comes strife,

It seems not a single one saves,

We enter a harbor protected and safe,

It cradles and calms all our fears,

A sweet sanctuary, a place to call home,

Unbound by sheer terror or tears,

Still waters there greet us, He’s waiting to meet us,

The Savior and King of the world,

No more shall we struggle our path is made clear,

His cloak of salvation unfurled.

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In March of 1945, Anne and her sister, Margot Frank died of typhus at Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in Germany.  They died within a day of each other, just weeks before the camp was liberated by British soldiers.  Two young girls, were added to a roster of millions of Jewish children who died in those horrific camps long ago.

These two sisters, along with their parents and another family went through their own private hell as they hid in a secret annex in Amsterdam.  Close quarters and limited rations were to be their life for 2 years.  The families were Jewish and the Jews were an imperfect race in the eyes of the Nazis and had to be eliminated – according to Hitler and his minions.  The only family member that survived the Holocaust was Otto Frank, the girls’ father.

I went to see a community theatre production of “The Diary of Anne Frank,” this past weekend.  I’d never seen a performance of this work.  I knew about the horrors of the Holocaust, because I was a young child during that time.  We learned about the evil Nazi regime in school.  Being taught about such suffering and inhumanity seems inappropriate today.  Some schools refuse teach that part of history, because of the possibility of offending someone.  I believe we need to know about such things, so we can learn from those mistakes and hopefully change the patterns of history.

I am friends of the two actors who played Anne and her mother, Edith.  Since they are mother and daughter in actuality, their performances were based on that connection.  Ann was delightfully portrayed as an optimistic teenager, going through the same things young girls have been enduring for centuries.  Being the second of two children, she often felt like second best with her mother.  The mother, having experienced the pain of having to move from her motherland in order to stay safe, was stunningly brought to life.  The conflicts of mother and daughter were typical, but through all of it, Anne remained positive in her relationships and daily life.  However many of her true feelings were depicted in the diary which was her constant companion during this time.

In such dire circumstances, this daily writing most likely allowed her to keep her sanity.  At times, I feel that way as I write my blog.  In actuality, when we write, we’re exposing ourselves to the world – our thoughts, our beliefs, our biases, our lives.

The play was a reminder of how things once were, yet a preface to how things are or might be again.  We must never let this sort of thing happen again, but if our children don’t know about our past, how will they ever be able to build a future?

Otto Frank returned to the house in Amsterdam and was given the diary Anne wrote.  He was overwhelmed by the complexity of his daughter’s thinking and the depth of her pain during this time.  He had the diary published so the world would never forget.

As I think of our youngsters today, here in America, they’ve never really experienced the perils and destruction of war.  They, in fact, are facing another kind of war in their young lives – where schools must be locked down – where those with mental illness are not being treated properly – where hate is spewed on phones and computers.  I guess every generation has its own set of struggles, but we must never ever forget the Holocaust, as gruesome and terrible as it was.

In our remembrance, let us also keep hope alive, as Anne did.  Our world is transforming into something I no longer recognize, but I do believe that God has a plan even in our darkest times.  He never changes – even though humanity does.

“It’s utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death.  I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness; I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too. I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more.”  Anne Frank


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Never underestimate the holiness of our God,

He empties water from a stone with just a simple rod,

His power is incredible, Yet mercy lies within,

He crushes rock into rubble, refreshment from it brings.


There’s no limit to His  power, all His mercy He does shower,

Of His creation He is Lord, He changes things with just one word.


We thirst and He provides us drink, He lifts us when we fall,

Protecting us along the road, His armor covers all,

He is our omnipotent God, there’s nothing we need fear,

He loves us more that we deserve, He holds us ever near.

Exodus 17:5&6   And the Lord said to Moses, “Pass on before the people, taking with you some of the elders of Israel, and take in your hand the staff with which you struck the Nile, and go. Behold, I will stand before you there on the rock at Horeb, and you shall strike the rock, and water shall come out of it, and the people will drink.”

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Revelation 14:2 “And I heard a sound from heaven like the roar of rushing waters and like a loud peal of thunder. The sound I heard was like that of harpists playing their harps.”

God proves His strength, power and wisdom by controlling the strongest winds- by churning the waters of the sea – by determining that only He has these things in His hands.  No matter how man tries, he’ll never be able to change the setting and rising of the sun, the provision He graciously gives to all His creatures, the moon and stars, the warming and cooling of the planet.  He is our Almighty God.

We see His power in the hurricanes, tornadoes and snow storm.   The wherewithal contained in His little finger can stir the mightiest of seas.  We also see His wisdom.  It seem that in times of adversity, He brings out the best in people.  There are those first responders – the life savers, the everyday heroes – neighbors, coming to the aid of those who have lost all their worldly goods.

People may ask where is God in the midst of disaster after disaster.  How could a loving God put these tragedies in the lives of innocent people?  What is the lesson to be learned from all this?  Even in those times, God is with His people – caring for them, rescuing them, lifting them out of the pit.

I do not understand God’s wisdom.  It doesn’t make sense to me at times.  I don’t know why these things happen, but I do know there’s a purpose for all things under heaven.  In all things, God is there and as Job said when all seemed lost – “For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth.”

What comfort this gives to all of us.  Even in the worst of circumstances, God is there with us, and when the final day of judgment arrives the angels will announce His return and we will see Him face to face in all His glory.




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Psalm 103:13 As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him”

If my dad had lived beyond his 61st birthday, he’d be 99 today.  As I come near my 77th, I can’t help but wonder what he would’ve thought about the state of our nation today.  Dad was very opinionated – kind of an Archie Bunker type, without all the racism.  He loved to start arguments, especially with the boys my sister and I dated in high school.  He did so to stir a conversation with the poor unsuspecting lad who most likely thought they were getting the second degree.

Though he wasn’t an educated man, he had a mind like a steel trap.  He read volumes and knew a lot about everything.  His schooling was completed when he graduated from high school, but his education came from having to become a father figure at age 7 and a bread winner as well.  His own dad left the family of four children and a young wife when my dad was just a child.  Eventually the family moved to Wisconsin and was raised in part by their grandparents.

In thirty eight years so much has changed.  There was no internet, no wi-fi or email.  Women were beginning to flood the work place, but wouldn’t earn the same as men.  The race riots of the 60s had begun to heal.  Cars have since become more efficient. Children respected their parents and teachers, because their parents didn’t always go to bat for them.  Lessons were learned the hard way – through experience.  The 1980s had given way to a sexual revolution with an anything goes mentality.  There was still patriotism and love of the flag and all it stood for.

In his lifetime, he knew about two world wars, the Korean conflict, The Cuban Missile Crisis, Viet Nam and the beginnings of Middle Eastern conflicts.  He never served in the military.  He saw abortion legitimized through Roe vs. Wade.  During his life he knew of 13 presidents from Woodrow Wilson to Ronald Reagan.  He witnessed the assassination of John Kennedy, Robert Kennedy and Dr. Martin Luther King.  He was well read on all of it and had strong opinions about the same.

I have grown to idolize this man.  Unfortunately I’ve waited far too long to do so.  He was a strict disciplinarian.  His moods were often unpredictable because he liked to drink – a lot.  He expected a lot of my sister and me, gave out little or no praise.  I realize his methods, though leaving a lot to be desired, were that of a normal parent trying to do the best he could.  At the time, I didn’t think that way. He never laid a hand on us, but we knew he could if he had to.  He could do more damage with his words.  Maybe as we begin our own families and go through the tough task of parenting, we can more readily understand what our parents had to endure.

For a long time, I was afraid of God, because I was told He was like a father to us.  My dad scared the heck out of me at times, but down deep, I knew he loved me.  It took me a long time to look at God as compassionate and loving, but when I did, I could understand that my dad’s actions were motivated by love.





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A lump of clay – no life – unanimated – uninspired,

Left to the hands of the Potter,

He pushes and prods with the strength of His hands,

He manipulates with the tenderness of His fingers,

And creates something beautiful from the unrecognizable,

He chisels details – two eyes, a nose, a mouth,

A human form, with flesh and blood,

He breathes life into newly formed nostrils with His own exhalatiion,

Then He sets it aside – letting His handiwork rest for a while,

Left to its own will and devices,


No life,



The creation is led by its own desires and passions,

It wanders aimlessly through an unknown existence,

Without the Creator, it cannot think clearly,

Its mind is controlled by its desires,.




Deeper into a pit of nothingness,

Alone and out of control,

Because it has not yet been exposed to the Light,

The Potter stops until His masterpiece is found,

He takes it into His loving hands,

He brings it closer to the Light.

He refines,




Punches and reshapes,


He erases the blemishes,

Polishes and finishes,

The Creation experiences the Light,

It feels the warmth,

Bends at the touch,

It is irresistible.

Through the Potter’s loving touch,

The clay now experiences eternal life.



































































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Hooray, it’s Saturday – another week down in the annals if time – another ink blot on the pages of history.  It should be a time of gratitude that the week is over, but as most weeks lately, it left a lot to be desired. We’ve been witness to more hearings and investigations devised to besmirch our president.  We watched as that president wisely walked away from talks with North Korea.  We heard more and more lies from a convicted liar, which we are expected to believe.  The course for abortion continues and even those children who survived abortion, will not be given sufficient care to keep them alive.

Hooray, it’s Saturday!
We can escape to something other than bad news.  We can hide for a while.  Yet, Monday will come soon enough and it will be deja vu all over again.  Bad news will be with us every day that we inhabit the earth.  Saturday and Sunday give a brief escape, but even those days are filled with news of hatred, violence and division.  Where can we hide?

Hooray, it’s Saturday! Responsibility takes a back seat.  We forget what’s expected of us and turn to what we want.  It’s all about me, comes to mind. For two days we can binge on alcohol, food or other forms of instant pleasure and erase all the ugliness of the world – only to replace it with another problem – selfishness.

Hooray, it’s Saturday!  You don’t have to wake up to a blasted alarm clock. You’re free to sleep as long as you wish – that is if you don’t have a pet that needs letting out, or children who want to crawl into bed with you and play connect the dots with the freckles on your back.  You don’t have to put on makeup, get dressed or answer to anyone.  That is if you live alone.  You look for a project to start and your mind turns to something else, so you go back to bed.   Don’t you just love Saturdays?

Hooray, it’s Saturday!  We could all be like hermits and crawl into our own little worlds for the weekend, but what would that accomplish? We can become so filled with gloom and doom that our energy for anything is sapped.  We may actually suffer from depression due to the state of our world, but how does that solve anything?

Hooray, it’s Saturday!  Use it wisely.  You only have one Saturday a week.  Instead of thinking negatively about everything happening around you – begin to look at the positive.  You have another day to live.  You’re healthy.  You have bills to pay, but you have a job.  You have food to eat.  You have friends.  You have a God that loves you and has promised to take away all your sorrows. You have Sunday to look forward to when you can praise God with fellow believers.  Remember, we cannot move forward if we constantly hang onto the past.

“A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.” Winston Churchill




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(In response to Julie Cook’s call for prayer and Citizen Tom’s answer.)

This has been a week filled with more and more slander, back biting, unethical behavior, the slow but sure death of a country turning further and further away from God.  I believe we all have our own ideas – our own ways of communicating with God – our concerns and passions about various issues.  God knows that too.   He listens to every prayer, no matter how we pray.  The fact that we are able to communicate with Him, with no heavy curtain between us is like the breaking down of a huge barrier.  We’ve been given the opportunity to speak face to face to the Holy One without fear.

Whatever our prayers are – whether general or personal – whether for what may seem insurmountable and impossible or for our daily needs – God hears us.  He evaluates His plan for creation, looks at what fits that plan, how it will bring us closer to Him, how it will keep us close to Him.  He then answers either with a “yes,” “no,” or “not right now.”  Every answer is based on His wisdom and love for all mankind. So with that in mind, I offer my prayer for this day.

Dear, Heavenly, Father:  Every commandment you’ve given us has been broken, because we are a generation of sinners.  Yet, I know that Jesus has paid the price for our sins, making it possible for me to come before you in confidence.  Because of that wonderful, inconceivable gift, I praise and thank you. 

You know our every need before we do.  You have a perfect plan for all people – a plan that will honor you. What seems like an impossible situation for us, is like a fleeting whisper to you.  Nothing is impossible for you.

I come to you now, to plead for my country. We are surrounded by division, hatred, stubbornness, political correctness and a path of sinful behavior that gets wider and wider each day.  I wonder if this is the beginning of the end of our nation as we once knew it. 

I pray for our leaders – especially for our president as he is assaulted on a daily basis.  I pray for our lawmakers as they choose to kill innocent children before they have a chance to live. Enliven their consciences.  I pray for wisdom for those who make decisions that directly effect each of us – decisions that we often have no control over.  I pray that your people – the ones who have given up on you – realize how important you are to them.  I pray for strength for those defending our country.  I pray that your consistent Word and care covers us like a shield against those who would cause us harm in any way.  I pray for future generations who are being fed ideas and philosophies which they know nothing about – those who have never seen the results of Socialism, Facism, Communism.

I pray for myself, that I would not stand in judgment of others, yet be vigilant for the things that are from your Word.  Through your dear, Son, Jesus,, I ask you to help us know what to pray for.


I believe in the power of corporate prayer.  If we are joined in faith and trust that God will hear us, we will be heard.  Please feel free to add your own prayers and comments.




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(This painting was done for one of our grandchildren when he was a little one.)


On the days when I feel useless, when I simply cannot move,

When my heart is full of energy, but I can’t get in the groove,

That’s the time I need my Savior, The King of heaven and earth,

His constant care He gives me and grants to me new birth,

He is the Lion of Judah, the great and mighty one,

He makes my life worth living, each day under the sun,

He arms me with protection, He lifts my heart and soul,

And though I may be weary, my life He does control,

Each day that passes from me, is like the setting sun,

I know that it will rise again, God cannot be outdone.




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