The love of a parent, and especially that of a mother, is the closest thing we will find in this life to the love of God – I think.
I had somewhat of an unusual curious dream during the other night – my dream was pointing me to a future monthly editorial.
As we age, we will or have been in contact with people who are nearing the end of their life here on earth. But how we deal with that most crucial time in life is quite another matter.
Doubt comes to us when we reach the limits of our understanding. When we encounter unexpected hardship.
Blessed quietness! That is what it is like on a deserted beach just before nightfall. Can you feel the stillness?
Remembering a story about a friend who went to visit a shut-in. This shut-in, an elderly gentleman was in his last chapter of life, but he really enjoyed company.
Everybody – me included – will be misunderstood by someone eventually. Nobody is so perfect that they will always be understood, it just will not happen.
I will exalt. I will praise. I will commend. I will tell. I will meditate. I will proclaim, and I will celebrate.
Would it be fair to say that we must act out what we believe? If we go back to the day, we accepted Christ as our Lord and Saviour, we have no problem remembering how on fire we were for the gospel.
Summertime – here come the flies, the bugs and so many other creepy things. When we take a drive through the countryside during the summer month’s we can not help see cows, horses, and sheep grazing in the fields, they seem to be everywhere.
