I Believe in Miracles
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Holding on to Hope
I am the LORD, I change not; therefore, ye sons of Jacob are not consumed. Malachi 3:6 KJV AS I looked through my breakfast table window this morning, my eyes rested on the old Townsend Miller’s House which sits on our property. I thought “If only I could have a time-lapse video of the changes that have taken place since its first room was built in the 1830s.” Perhaps I would see the change from a Cherokee cabin reinforced…
A New Thing
Yet a desert can be a good place to be. Oh, the possibilities in a desert. What a multitude of ways out. Look around. Sand is everywhere, the breeze stirring a few grains of sand here and there. Which direction do you go?
The Stone Who Helps Me
I am not like Napoleon who Psychotherapist Alfred Adler said had an intense inferiority complex, but when I heard the gifted speakers and talked to editors and publishers at a Christian writers conference a while back, I felt like a sprout unsuited for the altitude and rugged slopes where Sequoias spread their limbs to the sky. As I was leaving, a line from a song popped into my head: “Here I raise my Ebenezer.” Like the proverbial broken record, the…
Rescued
The earth squished with mud beneath horses’ and riders’ feet as a mild wind blew away the guilt-laden clouds above Fairmount, Georgia. The Cowboy Church would still hold its third Saturday meeting regardless of the weather. “We change our clothes, not our plans,” Rebecca Hampton later explained. The kids nor the horses seemed to mind. Quite the contrary! Black cowboy hats, light blue hooded sweatshirts, horses and ponies dotted the barnyard as twelve or more youth prepared their animals to…
Peace
Peace Luscious strawberries, blueberries, apples, peaches, and white Silver Queen corn glare at me from the catalogue’s pages and suddenly I am aware of the excess moisture in my mouth. The seeds have not yet been planted in the ground, but they have in the desires of my palate. The desire that cannot be seen on the outward person is what Jesus referred to when he said, “they (the fields) are white already to harvest.” He has sown the seeds…
God’s Sense of Humor
I learned that God has a sense of humor when I was eleven months old. My sister brought home a bundle that upon the unwrapping turned out to be a squinch-eyed, red faced, squealer. What a delight she has been through the years as we swung on grapevines, hung on as Dad’s mules, horses, and ponies trotted, bounced, and sailed through the air with us on their backs, as she played the piano like Liberace and I sang like Loretta…