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Category Archives: whole-hearted devotion
Half of our front yard has been a mess for quite awhile. Besides having dead grass, our Live Oak has kind of taken on a life of its own. Last week marked the third time its roots had invaded our … Continue reading
When I go before the Lord with an empty heart, He pens a personal message on it, a unique one just for me. While He is powerful and full of splendor and majesty, He is also personal. He longs to … Continue reading
Psalm 27:7-8 “Hear, O LORD, when I cry aloud; be gracious to me and answer me! You have said, ‘Seek My face.’ My heart says to You, ‘Your face, LORD, do I seek.’“ I greatly long to have a heart that … Continue reading
As a young girl, I remember the start of a new school year being so exciting! The first day of school for me was as New Years was to the grownups I knew. It was a time for vows and … Continue reading
One of the things I cherish most about the Bible is how it sets itself apart from our natural view of right living, of morality and wisdom and love. Even though I know better, I still love a good Hollywood … Continue reading
Cannot recommend this book enough. It was my favorite read of the summer, and one of my favs of all time as far as non-fiction goes. It seems so basic a principle, “Choosing Gratitude.” Of course we know we are … Continue reading
My pen may catch your interest here or it may not…the rest is between my Savior and me.
With no one to show me how to cope with the horrible realities I faced, I ran. Between choir and theatre and cheerleading and track and student council and color guard and friends’ houses and church events and softball and running blind into wherever I thought the sun was shining, you can bet I was empty. To fill up, I’d watch my regular television programs, all with families I wished were my own. I’d stuff my face with junk food at the same time, knowing that my taste palette would be satisfied eventually. It never was, but I kept swallowing anyway.