Survivor of Great Storms

Jesus, Savior, pilot me, Over life’s tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treacherous shoal. Chart and compass come from Thee; Jesus, Savior, pilot me. (Edward Hopper, 1871) One of the things my mother inherited from her parents was a metal, three-dimensional plaque of Jesus walking on storm-tossed waves. It is about…

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Always here.

God always comes through for me. Not always when I think I need Him. And certainly not always in the ways I ask or demand.

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Sealed with an Embrace

I was in my wedding gown, veil in place, bouquet in hand, just minutes from my walk down the aisle when Mother entered my dressing room.

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Is It Really Well With My Soul?

“It is well with my soul” This is one of my favorite hymns. It was offered by our worship team last Lord’s Day and I struggled to sing the words.

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