• New Every Morning

    As I opened my eyes to a new day, sunshine streamed through the bedroom window, bathing my bed in golden rays of light. Morning had come. Although I’d felt discouraged the day before, I’d gone to bed by lifting the Lord up in praise, remembering that even in the darkness He could overcome. I have to confess that It’s certainly…

  • A Waste of Time

    After spending the morning pulling weeds, I sat on the porch and gazed out at our yard. Was all my effort pulling weeds a waste of time? Would they all grow back? I thought of the many hours I had spent over the years pulling weeds only to have to go back before long to pull more. A weed magnet—that’s…