Devotionals
Bring the Boy to Me
Being a parent comes with its share of joy and frustration; fulfillment and despair. The desire of a parent to do whatever it takes to protect and care for their child is a primal one. But there can come a time when a parent realizes his helplessness in the face of...
Moses’ Mother
After my son was born I was feeling tired and disheartened. He was a fussy baby, often awake at night and hard to feed. One day as I sat nursing him for the umpteenth time, I heard a radio program about the life of Moses, the great biblical patriarch. The speaker...
A Solitary Seed
I was given an amaryllis bulb as a gift one winter. When I planted and nurtured the bulb, it produced a long stem with four large, red, lily-like blooms at the top. I enjoyed the exotic flowers for several weeks before they died off. In order for the bulb to produce...
A State of Being
When my children were growing up, they loved the Disney movie, Aladdin, especially the antics of the magical genie. One scene has him buzzing around Aladdin’s head in the form of a genie-faced bee, giving him advice on how to win the attention of beautiful Princess...
Looking Into the Heart
A small crystal heart hangs suspended from the curtain rod above my living room window, where sunlight refracted from its beveled surfaces breaks into rainbows dancing around the room. How can a tiny piece of cut glass contain so many beautiful colors, changing as the...
Signature of the Divine
As a left-handed child, I found learning cursive writing to be a challenge. Writing flows from the left side of the page to the right, which meant I had to hook my left hand over the line of writing or slant my letters in the wrong direction. Neither satisfied me, so...
Missing the Messiah
Mary and Joseph recognized the exceptional child they were given to raise because His identity was revealed to them by angels. Elizabeth and her unborn son recognized Him when His pregnant mother spoke words of greeting. Shepherds recognized Him by a glorious...
Warrior
I often sat at the feet of this frail woman housed in a body scored by pain. I listened to her soft voice as she taught me from a worn Bible open on her quilt-covered lap. As a busy mother of three young children, these times of spiritual learning and prayer were...
A Channel of Thanksgiving
I remember … my father coming home, tall and handsome in his navy uniform, setting down his duffel bag full of gifts from far away places and sweeping me up in his arms. I remember my mother, lovely in a fresh summer dress, pearled and perfumed, her face aglow for her...
Synergy
Harbingers of fall, flocks of Canada geese stitch familiar V patterns across the blue prairie sky as they migrate south. My eye is drawn to this chevron of graceful birds marking distance as one unit. I wonder how each bird knows to fly slightly above and behind the...