Storms, trials, dark tunnels, waiting, sorrow, and finding strength!
Too often in this journey we call life, we get caught up in how we are different, rather than in the things that bring us together. We all experience joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, celebration and suffering. We are all just people. Just People People are people All over the world. Every man,…
Expecting miracles…Hoping…Believing…needing strength? Faith for the journey . . .
An excerpt from chapter 19. Three Days at Sea I learned my lesson amid a school of fish, as I sat inside the churning stomach of a great beast. In stench so strong, the deep, darkness fell heavily around me. “I demand a new verdict! What have I done to deserve this?” my mind screamed,…
Seeking rest and renewal.
God rescues us from the deep places.
An excerpt from chapter 11. O Father, how often I drift from the intense love relationship with You which You desire to have with me. I often allow unanswered prayer and disappointment to cast shadows over my walk with You. Take the reins of my heart. Restore my love for You alone. Restore my passion…
Three Days at Sea. Peaceful, calm, beautiful waves. Forceful, huge, dangerous waves.
The less and less I have, the more and more I realize how little I really need. Thank You Lord for showing me how to be content. Help me to hold all things loosely.
An excerpt from Three Days at Sea on anticipating new things on the horizon when going through trials.
Sometimes the circumstances we face in life hit us like a hurricane. No matter what precautions we take, a point in time comes when we have to sit tight and ride out the storm.
A poem about waiting for hope…
A poem about storms, trials, dark tunnels, waiting, sorrow, and being strengthened.
“You’re no longer The little boy who sat upon my knee Who filled the halls with laughter…” A poem about a boy growing up and his trials being much more challenging for his parents.
Do you know whether or not you have what it takes to be a writer? Here is one sure way to know…
“Huddled in the hallway in my sister-in-law’s home, we listened to the news reporting the approaching hurricane until the power went out . . .. The heaviest part of the storm hit after dark. Most of us could not sleep as thunder boomed and wind and rain beat against the house.”
An image and haiku about what happens when we are broken.