Psalm 97 gives a fresh perspective on the old children’s song, “This little light of mine, I’m going to let it shine.”

I love the imagery of God sowing good things for me to discover and explore. . . .

This December I am feeling stressed and overwhelmed by the demands on my time. How are you doing?

In case you are suffering the same emotional strain, I will share my remedy with you. I am . . . .

My internal voice said, “She needs somebody to talk to.”

She sat at the end of the aisle with a blank stare. Church was over. The pastor had blessed us and dismissed us. But she just sat there. . . .

The Israelites who returned from the Babylonian captivity started with such promise but ended up dishonoring God (Mal. 1:6-7). What happened?

Do you need a ray of hope today? I found one in an unlikely place.

Poor Jeremiah was caught up in . . .

I confess these verses confused me as a new believer. At that time, I read the Bible as disjointed stories, like stitching together thousands of Sunday school lessons.

In that light, the story of Jesus shining in His glory . . . .

I took a risk. Our prayer ministry had a booth at the local business fair. We offered . . .

Ahhh, the thrill of young love!  My friend Heidi was a widow in her 70s when she fell in love a second time. When love is young, no matter the age, the lovers . . .

Just reading “the Paradise of God” brings a sigh to my lips. Peace fills my soul as I think about walking with my Jesus in the heavenly garden of God. This glorious fellowship is offered . . .

I looked at the face of Jesus and held His beautiful countenance in my hands, inches from mine. He gently kissed my cheek, my forehead, even the tip of my nose. Over and over, He tenderly . . .

I am basking in the love of my Bridegroom King today. The imagery of the Song of Solomon chapter 4 has captured my heart.

King Solomon, who is a type of King Jesus, is expressing his love . . . .

My heart burned within me. I longed to be on my knees at the altar, telling Jesus all the words burning in my bones. But the guest preacher kept talking. I wondered if I should dispense with decorum and just dash up there. Jesus would understand.

Finally, he opened the altar. Immediately, . . .