Worn-Out Shoes

Photographer: Dave Provencher 2020

As Samuel unpacked his tattered suitcase, he remembered how he had always wanted to be a missionary — always!  A husband and wife came to his church when he was nine years old and told of their adventures and time in the jungles of Ecuador.  He was captured instantly when he saw their photographs of native Indians, age-old tree hammocks with their vines sprawling with such density you could not see the villages from the plane they flew over those villages.  Sam decided right then that he wanted God to use him in such a place to share His Word with those who had never heard it before.

As soon as Sam graduated from high school, he set off to a mission training school with a fresh heart and mind for Christ.  He plunged himself into language school and Bible studies…and Ginny.  Oh, how he loved Ginny.  She had beautiful brown eyes and hair the color of cornsilk — and, well, she shared Sam’s passion for bringing others to the Lord.  He knew that he needed Ginny beside him and he married that beautiful girl.  These two knew where God was leading and they stepped forward together to another jungle far away in Papua New Guinea.

When they arrived at their “new” home, they were met with wonder.  The native people had never seen such fair-skinned and funny dressed people in their lives.  The men stood off and observed Sam and Ginny, but the women began gathering around Ginny like butterflies.  They too loved her fairness and beautiful cornsilk hair of which they’d never seen before.

Sam began the work of learning the culture from the men — gaining their trust and earning their respect.  The men would laugh, as his hands tried to learn how they fished or hunted or built a hut.  Ginny set up their humble hut with just the bare necessities of life and began learning from the women of food and children and life.  The children flitted around her and followed her to the river and the gardens.  Ginny soaked in the sounds of their foreign tongue and set to writing them in a book each night as she learned them.  Slowly Sam and Ginny began building a bridge that would carry God’s Word into their hearts from the words and dialect they used.  It was a painstaking task, but they remained diligent in their work.

As days and months followed into years, they hedged a life with these beautiful souls.  Sam and Ginny birthed five of their own children, brought men and women to the saving knowledge of Christ, and wept and prayed for those who seemed forever frozen in the world of darkness and superstition.  Tears and laughter and hard work and life and death were their companions for more than 40 years in those hidden hammocks of Papua New Guinea.  Now the time had come to return to their home far away in North America.

Sam and Ginny left men who were capable of carrying on the work as ministers to the people…new and younger missionaries came in…time had turned its full rotation and they were confident in God’s Word “that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 1:6) Ginny packed their few, small bags because all things couldn’t return with her.  She left one of her own children buried in the deep, mountain soil of that place they called home for 40 years.  She took with them only their Bibles, their tattered worn-out shoes and clothes, and a handful of pictures they had managed to capture over those years.

They said tearful goodbyes to these they loved knowing they would not be left abandoned because He promised to never leave them nor forsake them (Hebrews 13:5), and His promises are sure.  They were showered with hugs and kisses and smiles and waves knowing that so many they would see again on the Bright Shore of Heaven.  It was not goodbye at all, but “until then.”

When they were home, the house of Sam’s parents was quiet.  The furniture covered with stark, white sheets to keep the dust away.  His parents were home with Jesus, his children were around the world in their ministries, and he and Ginny were left in the quiet.  Sam opened his tattered bag and put his old things away.  He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his feet and his old, worn-out shoes reflecting on the life journey.  Tears dropped quickly and spattered on those old shoes.  His heart was full with no regrets.  Ginny walked into the room and he took her hand and they, for the first time in 40 years, were still.

“How lovely on the mountains Are the feet of him who brings good news, Who announces peace And brings good news of happiness, Who announces salvation, And says to Zion, “Your God reigns!” (Isaiah 52:7)


Writer’s Note:  This story does not reflect that of any living missionaries and is a work of fiction, however, it does reflect the stories I’ve heard from many missionaries who have served in many parts of the world.  I’ve written it to honor their lives, which have been given so freely for God’s use and Christ’s sake.

Photo By:  Dave Provencher © 2020


The Missing Piece

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Have you ever sat down to put a jigsaw puzzle together?  You work for a long time, days even, to put a beautiful picturesque scene together and just as you are finishing it up there is a missing piece.  Your heart sinks in disappointment because it can never be finished.

Life can be so much like that jigsaw puzzle.  You strive and work and press on to great achievements.  You pour into your life, your family, your jobs, and you give it all you have.  You think that life is so good and it could never be better…or worse.

Then you hit a wall — a new day dawns and suddenly a piece is missing.  The thoughts whirl inside of your head…processing what could have gone wrong…why now??  Maybe its the loss of a job or the death of a loved one.  Maybe your child has wandered away from the Lord and the values you instilled in him.  The day awakened and yet you are in the dark.  What happens now?  A piece is missing…it is an important piece and now you feel that God is not being fair or He is being unkind.  How could He let this happen??  You’ve worked hard to live life right and He abruptly halts production!  Now what?

We are told of a man that this very thing happened to in God’s Word.  Job — he was doing life the right way.  He had a good wife, healthy and happy children, riches, and land…Job had it all!  He was the man on Life’s “Man of the Year!”  Job was a big success and seemingly with no worries at all.  Job was the Joneses next door — Job is you!  The epitome of the good life.

Then one day dawned and it was all gone.  Every last thing — ashes.  His children had perished, his riches stripped away, and he cursed the day he was ever born!

Afterward Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. And Job said, “Let the day perish on which I was to be born, And the night which said, ‘A boy is conceived.’ “May that day be darkness; Let not God above care for it, Nor light shine on it. “Let darkness and black gloom claim it; Let a cloud settle on it; Let the blackness of the day terrify it. “As for that night, let darkness seize it; Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months. “Behold, let that night be barren; Let no joyful shout enter it. (Job 3:1-7)

“Whoah, Job, aren’t you being a bit rash here?”  Was he?  Have you ever been rash when it all seemed to be falling apart?  I have! Job also did something that I have done…he started questioning God!  He interrogates God on one hand and praises Him for who He is on the other.  His friends give him poor counsel, as does his wife.  His wife told him to curse God and die!  “Wow, Mrs. Job, that’s some support your offering your beloved!”

I think what is really remarkable about this whole account is that God entertains Job’s interrogation…He listens to Job.  Did He have to??  Well, actually, no!  He is God…He is a holy and sovereign God…no, He didn’t have to listen at all.  BUT, He did!  Why?

Because God loved Job.  He simply loved Him and understood that his questions came from a deep source of loss and pain.  While Job was not entitled to ask the questions, God was gracious in hearing them.  Then, when Job was done, God spoke…

Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind and said, “Who is this that darkens counsel By words without knowledge? “Now gird up your loins like a man, And I will ask you, and you instruct Me! “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell Me, if you have understanding, Who set its measurements? Since you know. Or who stretched the line on it? “On what were its bases sunk? Or who laid its cornerstone, When the morning stars sang together And all the sons of God shouted for joy? “Or who enclosed the sea with doors When, bursting forth, it went out from the womb; When I made a cloud its garment And thick darkness its swaddling band, And I placed boundaries on it And set a bolt and doors, And I said, ‘Thus far you shall come, but no farther; And here shall your proud waves stop’? “Have you ever in your life commanded the morning, And caused the dawn to know its place, That it might take hold of the ends of the earth, And the wicked be shaken out of it? (Job 38:1-13)

Oh, my friend, this goes on through chapter 38 and 39 and finally in the first two verses of chapter 40 God says,

Then the LORD said to Job, “Will the faultfinder contend with the Almighty? Let him who reproves God answer it.” (Job 40:1-2)

Job is quite humbled at this point and declares to the Lord:

Then Job answered the LORD and said, “Behold, I am insignificant; what can I reply to You? I lay my hand on my mouth. “Once I have spoken, and I will not answer; Even twice, and I will add nothing more.” (Job 40:3-5)

Then, and then, God continues to challenge Job through the rest of chapters 40 and 41.  He has spoken, and Job is left.  I do not believe Job was left defeated at all…God had given him the missing piece.  God showed Job that His sovereignty over Job was perfect and there was in fact no missing piece at all…it was missing understanding of who God is and His love for him.  I absolutely love Jobs response and repentance to God:

Then Job answered the LORD and said, “I know that You can do all things, And that no purpose of Yours can be thwarted. ‘Who is this that hides counsel without knowledge?’ “Therefore I have declared that which I did not understand, Things too wonderful for me, which I did not know.” ‘Hear, now, and I will speak; I will ask You, and You instruct me.’ “I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear; But now my eye sees You; Therefore I retract, And I repent in dust and ashes.” (Job 42:1-6)

My friend, that should be our response too.  When we feel defeated and life has chewed us up and spit us out, we can turn to God and not be afraid to ask the hard questions.  However, we must also be prepared to hear the answer.  We also must be prepared to turn from this place of brokenness and sin so that God can restore us to Himself.  Satan petitions God for us, but when we are in Christ, satan’s petitions are not going to produce ugliness.  They will fall in the heap of ashes and those things meant to destroy you will not prosper because of the Blood of Christ and for His sake!  Will it be easy?  Absolutely not!  Yet, you are not left alone to figure it all out on your own!  God will answer you through the whirlwind from His Word, as He did Job, if we sincerely and humbly approach Him and with a repentant heart.

I pray the void and brokenness that you are feeling will be soothed with the balm of His love for you.  If you have not been born again and would like to understand the love of Christ that was poured out for you on Calvary…message me.  It would be a privilege to share Christ with you.

Soli Deo Gloria




Turning a Heart Toward Home


Today’s blog is a feature story from a dear lady that I have had the privilege of knowing.  This is her journey to homelessness and back.  I am grateful for Debra’s willingness to share a piece of her life with my readers.  Homelessness is an epidemic in our country and I hope through Debra’s story, I can bring greater awareness to it.  I encourage my readers to get involved with homeless ministries in your communities.  Also, if you have a local crisis pregnancy center in your community, see how you can support them.  Be the hands of Christ to bring the Gospel and healing to those who have lost their way.


Telling my story is long overdue and I don’t tell too many people because of judgment. I was born in a small town in West Virginia.  At the time, my mom wanted to go back to work and my parents wanted to move to Connecticut.  So I went to live with my grandparents when I was 6 weeks old, while my parents and siblings moved to Connecticut.

My grandparents eventually adopted me when I was 6 years old.  Believe me, they tried getting me to stay with my parents but I wasn’t having it.  I loved my grandparents, so don’t get me wrong, but I always felt like something was missing.

My grandparents always put me on this pedestal, and that I did no wrong; I was always afraid of letting them down.  This began the pattern of me not wanting to let anyone down.  When I was 18 years old, I left home to go live with my dad, step-mom, and step-siblings in Connecticut, where I met my first husband.

My husband was abusive both physically and mentally. We had together three children, two girls, and one boy.  I was a good mom and love them very much. However, I lost them after my husband attempted suicide. I found him in our basement hanging.  This is not a sight you ever want to witness.  At this time, we have been married 10 years and it’s been hard living with this abuse with no one to help or turn to.  My grandparents had passed on and my parents had their own life.  I could not turn to my husband’s family, as they were very controlling.

I tried to keep my family together and make it work, but my husband was even more abusive after his suicide attempt.  He attacked me while he was in the brain injury hospital and this led to a divorce, which was not an easy decision for me.  I ended up with sole custody of my children to only screw it up. I met a man and he moved in with my children and me.  I didn’t realize it, but he was doing drugs with his friends in my basement. My sister-in-law gained custody of my kids. I tried to fight for them, but I was just really in no state of mind after everything.  After all the abuse from my ex-husband and fragmented life,  it built up inside me over the years and I was mentally exhausted.

Well, after losing custody of my children, I eventually moved to Florida with the guy I lost my kids over; and that’s when I started using drugs. Everyone back in Connecticut thought that I was doing them there; I wasn’t.  We lived homeless in Florida.  That is when I met this nice lady, Patty Holland.  She was part of a ministry who fed the homeless once a month; and, that’s how I came to know First Baptist Church.

The boyfriend that I came to Florida with went to prison.  It was then that I met another man and became pregnant by him.  We decided that it would be best if I had an abortion, as he already had four children that were being raised by his parents and then my three in Connecticut.  However, I just couldn’t abort my baby and so I went to The Pregnancy Center in Sanford and met Andrea.  God knew I needed my baby, Lexi, and that is when my life turned around.  I grew up in church and had a foundation, which I believed helped me get through everything that life has brought to me.  God took the things that were meant to destroy me and used them to bring me back to Himself.

God also brought a man into my life and his name is Ken.  We met while we were working together at Goodwill.  When I met him, Lexi, was three-years old.  I married that man and I now have a husband who loves Lexi and me.  He faithfully provides for both of us.  I have also made a little progress with restoring my relationship with my other children and want so very much to reunite with them and pray that will someday happen.  I know I can trust God with those details.

This is but a small expression of my life, I could probably write a whole book to share all that God has brought me through.  God is good.


“This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him And saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear Him, And rescues them. O taste and see that the LORD is good; How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him! O fear the LORD, you His saints; For to those who fear Him there is no want.” Psalms 34:6-9


Who Is Married to the Proverbs 31 Woman?

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Now that is an odd question, right?  Seriously, though, have you ever sat down and thought about who her husband is??  I never really have thought about him much — I always captured on her perfection and my imperfection — has that always been your takeaway too?

However, today I have taken the time to sit down and find out who this man is!  He must be Mr. Wonderful because his wife is amazing.  But, first, let us take a quick glance at her and then we can meet him.  So, meander over to Proverbs 31 with me — you know, the last chapter in Proverbs.  A bit of a sidebar here, I find it interesting that Solomon told us of her last.  I’m sure he contemplated it quite a bit — after all, he had many wives and concubines — but I digress…that is a lesson for another day.

From the onset in verse 10, we are told she is excellent and he cannot even measure her worth.  As I read it, I find a crack in my mirror already!

An excellent wife, who can find? For her worth is far above jewels. (Proverbs 31:10)

Next, we see that he trusts her. “The heart of her husband trusts in her, And he will have no lack of gain. She does him good and not evil All the days of her life.” (Proverbs 31:11-12) His trust, however, has been earned because the rest of the chapter shows why he trusts her.  You can read about all of her excellent ways in the remainder of the chapter, verses 12 through 31.

Well, that brings us to this mystery husband…who is this man?  Down in verse 23, we are told that he is known “in the gates.”  He also sits among the elders!  Certainly, her husband is well respected.

Her husband is known in the gates, When he sits among the elders of the land.
(Proverbs 31:23)

He supports his wife, and rightly so, as she does her work diligently, loyally, and lovingly.  Because of her hard work and thriftiness, she shows her community what an excellent man her husband is — after all, I think it would be very difficult for me to work so hard if he were abusive.  Not once in Proverbs are we told that she minds doing all that she does.  She does it because she loves this man God has given her and he loves her as God would have him to.  I remember when my Grandparents were in their 90s and Papaw would come in to sit at the kitchen table to share a meal…he would sit down and Mammaw would look up and he’d say, “How you?” and smile.  She would sweetly smile back and say, “Fine, how you?”  Through the 70 plus decades of loving each other, respect and love still thrived.  I smile thinking that they may have been Mr. and Mrs. Proverbs 31.

I am blessed to have one of these “mystery husbands” too.  We, women, strive to be that efficient wife whom our husbands love and respect.  But, to have these types of husbands, they must first have a close relationship with our Savior.  I like to call my husband an, “Ephesians 5 Husband.”  He is!

Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her, so that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, that He might present to Himself the church in all her glory, having no spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that she would be holy and blameless. (Ephesians 5:25-27) [Emphasis mine.]

Mrs. Proverbs 31 is married to a man who understands how to love her and appreciate her.  He loves her as Christ loves the church and she honors him in the same fashion.  Paul makes it so very clear…

So husbands ought also to love their own wives as their own bodies. He who loves his own wife loves himself; for no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ also does the church, because we are members of His body. (Ephesians 5:28-30)

It is important, dear ones, that we keep Christ at the center of our marriage.  He must be Lord over all we do as man and wife.  When we do, and when the rocky, hard times come, our Anchor is sure!

Lastly, I cannot end this blog and not touch on these two other matters that are blaring red lights.  I know that there are many women (and men) in marriages where only one has surrendered their life to Christ Jesus.  I have several friends who are living this reality daily.  I encourage you, wives (and husbands), if this is your marriage, there is HOPE.  Peter encouraged wives of unbelieving husbands.

In the same way, you wives, be submissive to your own husbands so that even if any of them are disobedient to the word, they may be won without a word by the behavior of their wives, as they observe your chaste and respectful behavior. (1 Peter 3:1-2)

Pray for your unbelieving spouse — take him/her daily and boldly before the throne of God.  Plead for his/her salvation.

If you are in an abusive relationship, reach out to your Pastor or a sister in Christ that you trust.  There is help available.  Also, young, single women (and men), be certain that the person you’ve chosen to marry is a Christ-Follower…that he/she is born-again in Christ.  This is not only important for a good marriage, but it is commanded.

Do not be bound together with unbelievers; for what partnership have righteousness and lawlessness, or what fellowship has light with darkness? (2 Corinthians 6:14)

Marriage is a wonderful gift from the Lord…it is work and sometimes things don’t always run smoothly in a “good” marriage.  However, the joy that a family-centered in Christ brings is worth it all.





When Faith Meets Fear and Suffering


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As I was reading in Matthew’s gospel today, the Lord softly revealed a new understanding to me.  Before I continue, allow me to share the account with you.

“When He got into the boat, His disciples followed Him. And behold, there arose a great storm on the sea, so that the boat was being covered with the waves; but Jesus Himself was asleep. And they came to Him and woke Him, saying, “Save us, Lord; we are perishing!” He *said to them, “Why are you afraid, you men of little faith?” Then He got up and rebuked the winds and the sea, and it became perfectly calm. The men were amazed, and said, “What kind of a man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?” (Matthew 8:23-27)

There have been many sermons preached from this text with regard to fear, and there is a huge lesson here regarding fear and trust.  However, what I saw differently today was what Matthew says in the first sentence:  “When He (Jesus) got into the boat, His disciples followed Him.”  They followed Him!  He certainly didn’t drag them onto the boat or bribe them or coerce them…they followed Him.  The seawater is calm and the Lord is doing the leading…what’s to fear, right??

Well, what was changed quickly, and what was becoming became paramount to them all…except for Jesus.  He rebuked the wind and the sea and it became perfectly calm.  BUT, Jesus did not rebuke them…He just asked them why they were afraid…why were they being faithless?  In their following Jesus wherever He leads them there had to be faith.  Because fear would come and with fear a certain amount of suffering.  If I had been on that boat, I probably would have been puking over the side of it from all of the waves and wind rocking us about. They were fearfully suffering.

You see, when we decide to follow Jesus, He doesn’t promise a smooth sail.  Times will come when we are afraid, or sick, or depressed and any other way one suffers while sojourning here.  Suffering is quite inevitable, but Jesus is ever-present.

“God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea; Though its waters roar and foam, Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. Selah.” (Psalms 46:1-3)

The righteous cry and the LORD hears And delivers them out of all their troubles. The LORD is near to the brokenhearted And saves those who are crushed in spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But the LORD delivers him out of them all.
(Psalms 34:17-19)

When your suffering is long and your fear is overtaking you, cling to Him.  He cares for you — Peter said to, “Cast all your cares upon Him for He careth for you.”

Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you. Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. But resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same experiences of suffering are being accomplished by your brethren who are in the world.”
(1 Peter 5:6-9)



Morning Mercies

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It just doesn’t happen every day.  No, some mornings barge in without yesterday completely being put to bed.

The sun peeked up over the horizon early this morning (really not any earlier than it does any other morning) and I was not ready for its perky light.  It stretched up over the houses behind ours waking the morning dove and sandhill cranes.  From a distance, I could hear the cars driving by carrying unreluctant folks into their Monday and work schedules.

My Minature Schnauzer, Maggie, was curled up tight against my body to stay warm.  We’ve had our windows open during the night to enjoy the crisp cool air.  I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and gave the sun a bemoaned look while Maggie grunted her displeasure along with me.  I quietly prayed, “Lord, I’m not ready to face today — please teach me to be grateful for this day.”

My husband sauntered out of our closet — dressed for work.  He greeted me with his perpetual smile and came over to kiss me.  He cupped his hands around my head and gently pulled it to his chest…and at that moment my heart betrayed me as a tear slipped down my cheek.  I think he sensed the betrayal and gently held me a bit tighter.  I wanted to scream, “please don’t go…don’t leave me today.”

I quickly moved into the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth then made my way upstairs to our den.  I sat down and it just felt so difficult to breathe the air that God had so graciously provided for me that day.  David came upstairs with a hot cup of coffee and I tightly wrapped my hands around the warmth of the cup and smiled at him.  And, as he gently kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodbye, ” I was alone.

We don’t always get up in the morning feeling grateful and alive and ready to take on the day that is so mercifully and graciously provided by our Heavenly Father.  When the living is tough, the days run quite unmercifully together and grace seems foreign to a day that won’t end.  However, God is not foreign to the day or what He has planned for us that given day.

You see, ours isn’t mere survival — although it often feels like it.  Our lives, intertwined with others, is a gift.  It is given in love and graciousness.  Resting in the understanding that I am tired and He is good — well, it can be work.  I always know He is good — “all the time,” but my energy and light abandon me and so I have to know (not feel) that He can be trusted regardless.

As I continue to hold the warm mug of love that my husband prepared me, God whispers to my heart that His mercies are new each morning.  Thank you, Father.

But there’s one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope: GOD’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness! I’m sticking with GOD (I say it over and over). He’s all I’ve got left. GOD proves to be good to the man who passionately waits, to the woman who diligently seeks. It’s a good thing to quietly hope, quietly hope for help from GOD. Lamentations 3:21-26 (The Message)


Faded Quilts

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I have a quilt that my Mammaw made over 30 years ago.  It is a patchwork of squares made from her dresses that had worn thin and threadbare.  She sat many a night working on that quilt — each stitch sewn with love by hands that always worked so hard.  It is certainly a treasure and heirloom to have such a gift now that she has passed to Heaven.

That quilt laid on my parent’s bed for at least 25 of those 30 years, keeping Momma and Daddy warm.  Momma kept it there long after Daddy died — comforted by the love of Mammaw and her memories of Daddy.  I can only imagine the security she must have felt underneath of it — after all, we kids were all grown and moved away and had families of our own.  When Momma finally joined Daddy and her parents in Heaven, I became the owner of that beautiful quilt and all of its memories.

Sadly, that old quilt is threadbare like the dresses from which Mammaw fashioned it.  I have it put away “for keeps” so that it will pass on to my child.  I have asked around on how it might be mended, but have been assured that to mend it would take away from its original work…and so, it must stay tucked away.

This quilt conjures memories — it is a reminder of love.  Each stitch into each square sweetly fashions images of a home that lives in my heart.  The old folks are leaving us so quickly now  — the church bells toll more frequently with their mournful songs of buried love.  Each grave, each soul — it takes one of those stitches out of the quilt that is family.  Then, as we age ever so quickly ourselves, we find that we are getting a bit threadbare here and there.

It is good that God gives us blankets of family — quilts sewn through the ages — kin and kindred.  We are all unique like each square in that quilt Mammaw fashioned.  We are blessed to have known such love…and loss.  We grieve — then when the grieving is not so raw, we take that quilt and place it gently in a box so that the next generation will have a bit of fabric that was us.

I hope that as we journey into the coming holidays that we all will be thankful for God’s gifts of relationship and love.  More importantly, I pray that Christ Jesus will fill your heart with His merciful love.

Soli Gloria


Incomprehensible Light

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I am sure, like me, you’ve gotten out of bed in the middle of the night and stubbed your toe on something or another…am I right??  The black of the night shrouded that dresser foot or the door frame that accosted your toe.  Darkness does that to us.

There is also the darkness of the soul that seeps in and shrouds anything good at all that is around.  This darkness makes you ache and long and often times despair.  Our souls become battered and bruised from simply living life.  It is quite difficult for our eyes to adust like they eventually will in that dark room.  It is difficult because our soul needs a light that is incomprehensible.

John 1 tell us of this incomprehensible light:

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.”  John 1:1-5 (Emphasis mine)

Jesus came into a world that is dark with sin and pain and hurt to bring to us, not only light but salvation.  He came to give us life and life more abundantly!  Jesus said,

“I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture. “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” John 10:9-10 (Emphasis mine)

We no longer need to be enveloped and cradled by the darkness of sin!  Jesus is that incomprehensible Light — the Light of the world!  We no longer need to stumble through life, catching every door frame and dresser drawer with our soul’s “toes.”  He will illuminate your path with His light, but even more, He came that you might have eternal life.  In Romans, we are told,

But what does it say? “THE WORD IS NEAR YOU, IN YOUR MOUTH AND IN YOUR HEART”—that is, the word of faith which we are preaching, that if you confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved; for with the heart a person believes, resulting in righteousness, and with the mouth he confesses, resulting in salvation. For the Scripture says, “WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED.” Romans 10:8-11

I don’t know what your darkness is today or how long you’ve been walking in it.  I do know that I have walked in darkness and have been frightened and hurt by life.  Yet, when I confessed the sin that was in my heart and believed in the Lord Jesus Christ, I knew that I would never have to walk in that pain and hurt alone ever again.  We are taught in the Psalms,

Your word is a lamp to my feet And a light to my path.” Psalms 119:105

Jesus is the Word and Jesus is the Light of the world.  Seek Him, believe on Him, trust in Him and then the darkness will not be so suffocating and you will see the goodness of Him who died for you to give you eternal life!


Sustaining Love and Mercies

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It is good to give thanks to the LORD And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High; To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning And Your faithfulness by night. Psalms 92:1-2

Pastor Charles Swindoll once said, “Life is so daily!”  Yes, it most certainly is so!  The daily-ness of life brings many trials and heartaches and grief.  We try to anticipate what may come tomorrow — after all, we should be prepared — and with the anticipation of Hurricane Dorian a couple of weeks ago, we Floridians prepared for a deadly storm!  In fact, it did not take very long for the store shelves to be emptied of water and canned food…gas stations were running out of gas and generators were far and few between.  People were scared and anxieties ran very high!  However, after all of that hurried prep, Hurricane Dorian only grazed Florida, but not without the devastating and deadly impact on the Bahamas.  Weathering a hurricane and its aftermath is a huge trial.  I’m sure that the Bahamian people would agree for it blew in death and destruction and blew out leaving those islands with grief and pain.

Even though hurricanes are horrible events to survive…or not, what of the “hurricanes” that blow destruction on a daily basis.  My best friend will bury her 95-year old mother on Sunday.  The ill wind that blew into her life on September twelfth and left her to close the book on her Momma’s life, has left her grieved.  We will go and honor her, but the pain won’t stop for my friend because we laid her Momma’s body to rest.  No, but I am certain that she will awake each morning and find His mercies are new and His love is steadfast.

Moses prayed to God (while wandering for 40 years):

O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us, And the years we have seen evil. Psalms 90:14-15

Moses understood grief and despair and affliction, but with that understanding, he understood the stability of God.  Each morning that he arose, each morning that he breathed anew, he learned of God’s steadfast love and sustaining mercies.  He saw again and again how each day God provided the Hebrew children’s hunger with manna…He wasn’t ignorant of such mercy.

We are shown throughout Scripture of His holy mercies toward us.  Jeremiah in Lamentations said, after seeing the destruction of the temple and the people dead:

Remember my affliction and my wandering, the wormwood and bitterness. Surely my soul remembers And is bowed down within me. This I recall to my mind, Therefore I have hope. The LORD’S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. “The LORD is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I have hope in Him.” Lamentations 3:19-24 [Emphasis mine.]

In God’s steadfast love and his ceaseless mercies, I want to incline my heart to Him…I want to echo Jeremiah and say, “The LORD is my portion.”  He is all I need and He is enough.  Even when I am not steadfast and loyal, I am not consumed.

“For I, the LORD, do not change; therefore you, O sons of Jacob, are not consumed.
(Malachi 3:6)

As I continually turn my heart toward Him, I will not be consumed by those things which threaten my sanity and my life.  When the night is long and the battle is difficult, I will not be consumed.  His steadfast love and endless mercies sustain me and they are new each morning.  He has a storehouse of love and a storehouse of mercy and out of that storehouse, each morning He showers us with the grace of new mercy.  I am thankful for His storehouse with no bottom and His abounding mercy toward me…I am not consumed.

I stretch out my hands to You; My soul longs for You, as a parched land. Selah. Answer me quickly, O LORD, my spirit fails; Do not hide Your face from me, Or I will become like those who go down to the pit. Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning; For I trust in You; Teach me the way in which I should walk; For to You I lift up my soul.
(Psalms 143:6-8)