He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here … Continue reading Fear the Walking Faith…It’s a journey!
Dear Salvation Army, are we fooling ourselves? Are we seeing one thing within our ivory towers while the reality looks quite different? Please don’t take offense. I mean no disrespect. … Continue reading Dear Salvation Army, The Fish-Bowl Effect…
Let’s face it, we’ve all been to the well of discouragement. We drink from this well from time to time. Discouragement is alive and well in this world. It can … Continue reading Hope In Discouragement?
“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the … Continue reading “Finding Refuge”
“The most important one,” answered Jesus, “is this: ‘Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with … Continue reading Either Put Up or Shut Up! I’m All in or nothing at all!
It is at wits-end that God is therebut He is also there when tears fallbefore you call, He has heard your heartfrom the start, you’re never alone.Sometimes like Elijah depressed … Continue reading Elijah in You (Poem)
Let’s face it, we are all accustomed to disappointment and discouragement. Some days we might even ask ourselves ‘why did I even get up this morning?’ Yet I do … Continue reading Finding Encouragement:
I am at war… Blood and bone Skin and pain Spirit and brokenness. Can’t you hear the cries? As men try to save Try to be brave Try to … Continue reading At War…(Poem)
Dear Lord, you know these feeble hands and waning strength ebbing away as the ticking hand progresses You know my thoughts and how they stray wondering further then a troubled … Continue reading At the door…Salvation comes. (Poem)
From the gathering souls who long to cherish our days the light parades upon the fallen ones. While in the darkness the blind, content to remain not knowing there is … Continue reading At the finish line… (Poem)
His mother, Like a sentinel Watches over him Catching each breath With her eyes Never growing weary of seeing him sleep… each inflation of the lungs and exhaling only to … Continue reading The Sentinel (Poem)
I look out of my window through panes of glass the blur warbling images as I glace from side to side. The light parades itself dancing to the jostling rotation … Continue reading From safety to security (Poem)