I am embarrassed to tell you how long this book was on my bookshelf before I read it. Let’s just say, “months.”

I was concerned I might be sad and depressed reading it. So, I waited . . .

Unrestrained lust and self-gratification will not satisfy. Neither will wealth or success (Ecc. 2:1-11). King Solomon could confidently state these things because he had more women (700 wives, 300 concubines) and more wealth than anyone else – ever. So, he should know.

Neither is wisdom . . .

Guess who is coming for dinner. . . Even I didn’t know!

We offered a salmon dinner at our home as an auction item for a local charity. . . .

A knock on his door woke him.

As he got up to answer it, he realized how late it was. “Who could be here at midnight?” he thought. As he opened the door . . .

I laid prostrate on the floor in prayer with a blank piece of paper in front of me. I was attempting to rewrite the children's story on hearing God's voice. The first draft simply wasn't working. . . .

. . . the worship leaders were simply playing softly for a long stretch. 

I don't know what they were doing during that time; I never opened my eyes. I was having my own encounter with the Lord.  . . .

The Vision

I had heard that the book of Job answers the suffering question: Why do we suffer? However, I was always unsatisfied with the answer. I was disappointed because . . .

My quiet time with the Lord turned into a struggle.  I searched my heart, questioning if I had hidden sin. I kept reading my Bible, praying and singing songs of worship that came to mind. Exhausted from my efforts, I continued . . .

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 . . .

King David would envy our unlimited access to God’s presence.

In David’s day, God’s presence resided in His temple. To encounter the Lord God, they had to . . .

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 . . .