I admire two men of noble character, Joseph and Job. The Bible records stories about both of these men of faith. Why these two men? Because of the way they maintained their righteousness despite the unjust, horrific, and traumatic events that occurred in their lives I’m drawn to their stories again and again.
This week I celebrate two years of writing and sharing my devotionals, Bible studies, and other occasional tidbits. I would love to give every reader a cupcake to celebrate with me. Since that’s not possible you’ll have to settle for a virtual treat instead.
This writing is a repost from my earliest days of blogging. The lesson dovetails well with the theme in my last post Greatly Blessed. Walking the Beach I walked the beach enjoying moments of spiritual solitude and inner peace. Rhythmic waves crashed upon the shore. The powerful ocean waves deposited shells and I began toContinue reading “Polished Shells”
A woman recently asked me, “How do you remain joyful?” A similar question or remark often follows people learning of my story. For new readers, I’m a survivor of two suicides—my son and then later my husband. My response to the question is always, “By sheer faith, it is not of myself. Christ alone helpedContinue reading “Greatly Blessed”
September is National Suicide Prevention Month. I have an all too intimate knowledge and experience with suicide. It has left behind an ugly trauma that rears a hideous head from time to time, attempting to erase life and suck away joy. As a therapeutic exercise for myself, I wrote the bulk of the post youContinue reading “Suicide. . . Grief, Healing, and Hope”
Beginning in my childhood, I wondered why Jesus had scars after His resurrection. I had been led to believe our weaknesses, diseases, or disabilities would be perfected on Heaven’s side of eternity. Maybe I was a strange child pondering a theological element that did not coincide with my belief. Into adulthood, I wrestled with whatContinue reading “Beautiful Scars”
Walking the Beach I walked the beach enjoying moments of spiritual solitude and inner peace. Rhythmic waves crashed upon the shore. The powerful ocean waves deposited shells and I began to pick them up and examine them, thinking about my life. My thoughts moved back and forth from praying to pondering all that had recentlyContinue reading “Polished Shells”