• Abundant Life,  Poetry

    The Peculiar Sword

    The sky is a blanket of cotton candy cloudsSparkling with specks of sunshineAs I break forth The shale path crunches beneath my feetRude red rocks pilfering the melody of mountain chickadeesI continue ahead My hands tense and twitch, the torment…

  • Sinking Sand
    Poetry

    Sinking Sand

    The sinking sand surrounds Sweeping away the souls of many Carrying them Down Down Down In a torrent of fear and despair. Yet I look up And I hear the cry from heaven: Oh you of little faith! Turn your…

  • Abundant Life

    Where Does Our Hope Come From?

    This morning I had a choice to make. After reading the news updates on all the new restrictions put in place surrounding Covid and flattening the curve, I could A) sink into despair and discouragement, or B) stand on the…

  • Abundant Life

    The Bread of Life

    There’s nothing quite like the smell of bread baking in an oven. Seriously. I don’t think I could work in a bakery, the smell would add twenty pounds to my waist line in no time. Does the fragrance of Jesus…

  • Abundant Life

    Intentional Rest

    Therefore, since the promise of entering his rest still stands, let us be careful that none of you be found to have fallen short of it… …for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from their works, just as God did…

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