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Start Your Day with the Lord

Start Your Day with the Lord

A Good Way to Start a Day I don’t trust hotel wake-up calls. Whether you will actually receive one when you ask seems to depend on the state of mind of the person entering your request. If he’s just broken up with his girlfriend, for example, and her name happens to be Sheila, I’m either getting

Miracles in the Middle of the Mess

A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh. — Leonard Cohen, The Favourite Game Here I am, Lord. Everything that’s brought me to this place at this time I offer up to You. I’m holding nothing back. Do with me and through me as You will. Thank You for the honor of

The One Jesus Loves

When I was a child and someone asked me what my name was I would say, “Sheila Davina Walsh.” My mum would tell me time after time that all I really needed to say was, my name is Sheila but that made no sense to my five-year old brain. There are lots of Sheila’s living

A Bottle of Your Tears

When I opened the gift from my friend, I wasn’t quite sure what it was. The small glass bottle was a beautiful cobalt blue, about two inches tall, covered in sliver filigree. I thought it might be a perfume bottle, albeit a very small one, but her note explained that it was actually a tear

Being Honest with God

“I am angry!” she said to me. It was a strange way to start a conversation, but her emotions seemed to overwhelm her. I had just finished teaching, and I was signing a book for someone when this woman stepped between us. Asking her to wait just a second, I finished signing the book and

He is risen | An Easter Devotion

HE IS RISEN: Alive and Victorious!

HE IS RISEN: Alive and Victorious! “Which person, alive or dead, would you choose to talk with over coffee, and why?” The question came from a group of ladies whose church conference I would be speaking at in a few months. They thought it would be fun to include some trivia in the program. The

Through the Gates of Praise

One of the first things our son, Christian, did when he started college was to find a church he could call home. That made this mom’s heart very happy. A couple of weeks before Christmas, he asked Barry and me to join him for the Sunday service that featured the children’s nativity play. It was

No More Humbug

One holiday season, A Christmas Carol was the only Christmas play offered in our town, so Barry and I took our then eight-year-old son to a matinee performance. I tried to prepare Christian for the appearance of the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future so he wouldn’t be afraid. “I’m not afraid of any

Speaking Sweetly in the Sorrow

She has been one of my dearest friends for over twenty-five years. Marlene was one of my bridesmaids. When her dress arrived two sizes too small, she wrapped herself in plastic wrap and cut calories for five days! That’s a true friend! She really is one of a kind. She used to be a hippie

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