Gas Gauge Worries

When my youngest was only four, he became what I’d describe as a worrywart. His anxious days began the day we got in the car and found the tank on empty. The previous driver had left us to drive on fumes. I told my older son to pray we’d make it to the gas station or we’d be walking. Read more

Joy in God’s Simple Pleasures

With the events in the news recently of a prominent celebrity and his many indiscretions, I am reminded of how wealth, power and prestige do not bring happiness. The emptiness of a life without God is evident in the lives of those on a continuous search for fulfillment and pleasure. One would think that having it all would make you happy, but without a relationship with Christ, there will be emptiness of soul and a longing for something more. Read more

Jehovah Jireh

Several years ago, a young woman we knew was suddenly abandoned by her husband and left with three preschool children. For seven months, her husband chose to have no contact with his family nor provide for them. Churches, family, friends and even strangers jumped in to meet her bills and provide for her. Every week for over a year, a young couple took her shopping for groceries, diapers and other essentials. They were only a brief acquaintance, but God moved their hearts to help her in this way. Over and over again, she saw God provide. God met her needs by touching the hearts of those who knew of her plight. Read more

Mary’s Choice

Busyness has become the mainstay of our lives. We rush to work, hurry home to make dinner for the family, scramble out the door for church or dash around to fit in our errands for the week. At the end of a busy day, we plop on the couch exhausted. I wonder what God thinks as He sees us sprint through our week? I am as guilty as the next person of having a life too full. Read more

Expressing Thankfulness

For months I had been doing medical work in a small tribe in Papua New Guinea. With the closest medical worker a day’s walk away, I found myself dressing sores, dispensing aspirin, and giving medicine and injections according to a missionary doctor’s orders. It was an exhausting and overwhelming task. Before 7 a.m. every day, people waited outside my door. I’d hear the soft chatter of those waiting while I started my day.  Knowing little of the tribal language, I did my best to communicate, sticking with simple phrases.

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