He almost didn’t see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even
in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in
front of her Mercedes and got out.

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer contractor of
his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely
life with his wife enjoying his extended family.

Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting.

When the storm rages, the winds blow, and the lightning streaks across the sky, it is Your thunderous voice that is heard heralding Your living power. Your powerful artistry is expressed in the excitement of Your golden dawns and in the peace of Your rich, pastel sunsets.

“If My people, who are called by My name”
Words like a trumpet resounding, a bush aflame.
It’s a call to God’s people transcending culture, status or race
To approach Him in diversity, yet unity, as partakers of grace.

I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cell phone?
What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we flipped it several times a day?

The test of a man is the fight he makes,
The grit that he daily shows;
The way he stands on his feet and takes
Fate’s numerous bumps and blows.

Each of us hope that someday we’ll know,
Riches and stacks of gold…
Yet we are privileged when we find,
A special golden road.

I’ve viewed the world from lofty heights
I’ve flown just like a dove
I’ve perched upon the highest crest
On mountaintops above.

Life is like a train ride. It read. We get on. We ride. We get off. We get back on and ride some more.