I finished the book of Isaiah this morning. The final passages are marked with much ink and tears. God speaks to His beloved and I am, thankfully, globbed on to the family. A branch grafted in. Undeserving. Born outside His chosen people. Now I belong. “But here is something I’m looking for: a person simple…
There is one thing about God’s Word when we take the time to let it get into us. It will have an effect on us. If we need comfort, it will comfort. If we need guidance, it will guide. And if we need convicting, boy howdy…. it will convict. This morning I got a good…
As much as I enjoyed the rain on Tuesday, I thought about our grandson and his chalk drawings with a bit of concern. A few week’s ago when I went to see him, he came running out of the house chattering for me to come see the “ewwa-phant” and “why-on” his new babysitter had drawn…