With my own mouth, I denied my Savior. I know why Peter wept bitterly; it is heart wrenching . . .

This verse inspired in me a deeper revelation of the trinity of God, and a beautiful picture of the hope of our salvation.

Here are my thoughts . . .

God created us with a body, a soul, and a spirit because He made us in His image. God also has a body, a soul, and a spirit. God’s body is . . .

Yesterday I “corrected” my sister in Christ. My words were not a rebuke, . . . but they were not encouraging either. Since, I strive to be the encourager, my heart filled with regret. The enemy took advantage of the situation to remind me of all the other times I have failed to be encouraging . . . and worse! . . .

Look at that: God answered my prayer for a devotion on Thanksgiving with a unique and beautiful song of thanksgiving! Quoted below . . .

I love this imagery of the universe standing on its tippytoes. I imagine demons scurrying in haste because their time is short, and angels leaning over the balcony of heaven with . . . .

I am so attuned to hearing the Holy Spirit referred to as wine and oil that I naturally think of God’s Spirit in this verse. The wine and the oil represent the Holy Spirit working in us and through us to others.

God gives us wine (the Spirit) to make our hearts glad. . . .

The lament of poor fisherman, dockworkers, and fishwives of Portugal in the 1820s created a musical genre called Fado. Fado has a mournful tune, infused with emotions of loss and resignation to a hopeless fate. Many a Fado song wails about the loss of her mariner husband at sea.

In that day, sailing . . .

Susan called our prayer ministry in a panic! The pandemic had her feeling anxious and depressed. She didn’t have the courage to leave her apartment. So, she sat alone with her spiraling thoughts all day long. Yikes!

Susan’s story is common. Freedom from fear, anxiety . . .

I need to escape my negative, swirling thoughts. The voices of “he said, she said” rewind in my mind, sapping my energy and squandering valuable hours.

So, I turn my affection toward the Lord. I bare my heart . . .

I stopped to marvel at a sunset reflected in a pond. The yellow sun glowed behind dark green trees. Orange, red, and purple bands of color blended seamlessly into the darkening blue sky. Wisps of . . .

Being a published author had been a dream in my heart all my life. I remember considering a writing correspondence course in High School. How many teenagers sign up for extra homework? In college, I took every writing class . . .

I finally have my book in hand!

It took only 2 months to write, but 9 months to publish. The journey to becoming a published author seemed long and arduous. It was a great opportunity to build my trust in God’s perfect timing :0)

Please join us for the celebration this Wednesday, if you can. I’ll be sharing a 20-30 devotion about my publishing journey. See the invitation above.