Tag: Holy Spirit

I Can Do That!

Some choices come easy. Those that do, usually don’t qualify as obedience. I don’t fish. I’d be hard-pressed if you asked me to set a fishing pole. When I came across this sign on my walk, I chuckled and said to myself, “I can…

God’s Gentleness

I got up early and headed for the woods. I asked the Lord to help me make my thoughts obedient to Christ. I just wanted to hear Him, not my own words in my head. Looking down at my feet, I thanked Him for…

The Promise

God promised me a Filling Pow’r His Helper gave to me. But I, instead of living filled, live empty, in defeat.  ~ God gifted me the Holy Ghost Through Jesus’ sacrifice. Instead of living in His strength I struggle and I fight.  ~ God…

Silence Please

  I walked into the woods today, God’s will and heart to find. I poured my worries on the way. Searched Him for rest of mind. ~ As quiet came and stillness neared, My racing thoughts He eased. My doubting soul and all I…

Winter of the Soul

Cold covers the earth. She has seeped under every rock and crevasse and is trying her best to make her way through my front door and windows.  She is staying, not budging nor moving on soon. She has blanketed the barren trees with her…

Getting a Grip

Ice and snow made the paths treacherous. I was not in the mood of falling again. Once was enough. (I also much rather get an increased heart rate from a brisk walk than from falling headlong in the snow.) I pulled the traction spikes…

Five-Dollar Blessings

(Several of you, have asked me to share how the Lord provided through five-dollar gift cards to a homeless ministry in Chicago. I pray the following recalling of the events brings God all the glory. I am not that bright nor do I have…

Open Me

Open my eyes to the souls next to me. Open my vision to hearts who can’t see. Open my ears so their cries I can hear. Open my life, living Christ’s hope – not fear. Open my arms to the hurt and the lost….

Gifts in the Garbage

When I came home, I noticed the garbage was still at the curb. Normally the collectors make their rounds much earlier in the morning. I had just bought a box of chocolates to pass on to our faithful garbage person next week. But seeing…

Upward

The cold wind was whipping through the thinning canopy above me and was trying to penetrate through my layers of clothing. Clouds were chasing across the sky as if in an evil race to cover the warming rays of the sun. The path grew…

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