“And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.” –Colossians 3:17 I met several people in Costa Rica that were inspirational to me. Today I’ll tell you about two of them. The first is Terry Sanders, the blind… Continue reading Are Ye Able
“For who is God, save the Lord? and who is a rock, save our God?” -2 Samuel 22:32 I spent the last week in Costa Rica doing mission work with my Sunday School classmates. It was one of the most fulfilling, breathtakingly beautiful experiences of my life. And while I could tell a multitude of… Continue reading On Our Knees
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search… Continue reading Enjoy the Journey
“Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.” –Psalm 46:10 (KJV) Too much. It is just. Too. Much. I have a mission trip coming up, for which I have music to prepare– tons of it. Every single piece is a piano… Continue reading Just Be Still!
I Corinthians 12:4-7– Now there are diversities of gifts, but the same Spirit. And there are differences of administrations, but the same Lord. And there are diversities of operations, but it is the same God which worketh all in all. But the manifestation of the Spirit is given to every man to profit withal. I… Continue reading A Different Design
Psalm 63:8a~ “My soul followeth hard after thee.” I have so much fun watching my “baby” sister play outside in my backyard. She’s so small and full of energy. Fearless. Joyful. She spins in dizzying circles, her giggles floating on the breeze into my open windows. Then she sees it: a butterfly. She grows still,… Continue reading She’s Chasing Butterflies
Psalm 24:1~ The earth is the Lord’s , and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. My three-year-old sister climbed up behind me on the sofa, hairbrush in hand. She pulled my hair out of its ponytail holder and started brushing– slowly. Meticulously. After a moment, she gathered a lock of it… Continue reading Whose Hair This Is I Think I Know…