Christian devotion – Growing Our Faith Together

Hope

In my mind’s eye I see the car rolling up the highway. I hear the whine of the tires as they eat up the road. From the outside, all is calm. Inside, turmoil. Inside, parents clinging to their Jesus, seeking His wisdom. Desperately seeking His wisdom. They drive on, heading to the institution far away,Continue reading “Hope”

Be Nice to Your Brother

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind….And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself’” (Matthew 22:37 &38 NIV). When my grandsons were younger, they loved to torment one another: A poke here, a kick there, and a headlock for goodContinue reading “Be Nice to Your Brother”

In the Light of His Love

It never ceases to amaze me: The sunrise. I sit on the back patio, my feet propped on a lawn chair, facing east. The sky is gray, the scattered clouds a steel-gray smudge. In the early morning pre-dawn, the colors around me blur. The birds sing their early morning songs: “Wake up, wake up, it’sContinue reading “In the Light of His Love”

Creator God

“How cool is it that the same God who created mountains and oceans and galaxies looked at you and thought the world needed one of you, too.”

Wisdom

Hands

HANDS “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He cares for me.” Hands— large, small, rough, dirty, slender, graceful. Hands caress and soothe, Wiping away tears. Hands hit and wound, Cruelly inflicting pain. Hands, black with grime, Skillfully repair engines. Hands, manicured and perfumed, Lovingly arrange the roses. Hands, strong yet gentle, CarefullyContinue reading “Hands”

Glimpses of His Glory

Early in the morning before the phone starts ringing and the demands of the day begin pressing all around, I love to curl up in my favorite glider rocker and just think. Pre-dawn darkness covers everything, but a soft light gradually steals into the room. The house is quiet, not yet fully awake. With myContinue reading “Glimpses of His Glory”

Early Spring

As I sit on the brown, lifeless grass, its crispy blades crunch and break beneath my weight. High atop this hill, I can see for miles in every direction, the surrounding gently rolling hills the same dun color as the grass where I sit. Dotted along the tan hillsides, dark green cedars raise their pointedContinue reading “Early Spring”

Cleaning the Flower Beds (Audio version)

Cleaning the Flower Beds

In the early morning fresh air, I cleaned the flower beds. First, I tackled the tall purple coneflowers, whose seed heads had provided the birds with winter food. With my handheld, small shears, I quickly cut. Snip, snip, down they came. Next came the yarrow: snip, snip, the old dried stalks were quickly removed. FromContinue reading “Cleaning the Flower Beds”