Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” Mark 9:24

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Deadly Thought Bubbles

via Daily Prompt: Bubble



What’s in your thought bubble?  Take an honest assessment.  Are your thoughts often prideful, judgmental, harsh, or unkind toward other people?

Job 10:4  In his pride the wicked man does not seek him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God.

Prideful, judgmental, harsh, and unkind words become tools that kill.  They knock the wind out of brainstorming sessions, they suspend creative processes, chip away at self-esteem, and drown out dreams.  They start fights and end relationships.

Proverbs 15: 29, 31 The Lord is far from the wicked, but he hears the prayer of the righteous.  Whoever heeds life-giving correction will be at home among the wise. 

Confess your prideful and judgmental thoughts.  Do not let the harsh and unkind words rest on your tongue to become arrows that kill.  Seek the forgiveness of those you have hurt.

Tomorrow is a new day and guess what…?

Ephesians 2:4-5 But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions–it is by grace you have been saved.

What’s in your thought bubble?








Eternity Under Construction

via Daily Prompt: Partake

John 14:2-3 (NIV)

Jesus said this to his believers,

My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.”

I am living for Him so I can partake in His promise.

Who’s with me?



When God’s People Pray

via Daily Prompt: Thwart

The ugliest thing in this world is evil.  Its snarl, when it looks at you, raises the hairs on the back of your neck.  Its smell is more repugnant than a garbage dump full of raw meat on a hot and humid day.   It is colder than the high ridge between Dome Argus and Dome Fuji in the East Antarctic Plateau.

As I drive to work in the morning, I pray for my great nieces and nephews heading to school.  The only fear I had in school was a tornado siren going off in the middle of the day.  There have been so many news reports of school shootings that I have to lift my great nieces and nephews up in prayer each day.  Not only do I pray that they are safe, but I especially pray that anyone who is attempting to shoot up a school will have their plans thwarted.  My mind knows that evil has no bounds so I extend the prayer to my family and friends in their workplaces.

Evil has kicked God out of our schools and public spaces and evil has crept into our deepest interior places, the heart.

So many people scream about gun control.  However, I believe that prayer is the antidote to eradicate evil in the world.  God sees the bigger picture and he sees the evil hearts of his creation.  I humbly ask my followers of this blog, who are all around the world, to pray each morning for the safety of children in school, as well as family and friends in the workplace.  Pray that all evil intent will be thwarted.  I know God answers prayers.  Read this short article from the Washington Post that proves evil can be held at bay.

I think it would be awesome to be one of many who are in continuous prayer for those we love to remain safe throughout the day as well as for those who have evil in their heart that their heart can be changed.  With God, anything is possible.

Evil is the ugliest thing in the world, but God is bigger.  God is so much bigger.  God, please save your people.

1 Thessalonians 5:17  pray without ceasing



Easter Morning

The stone was rolled away.  The linen wrappings were lying there and the cloth that had been on Jesus’ head was rolled up and set in a place by itself.  Jesus had risen just as He said He would.

Mary Magdalene stood weeping outside the tomb.  As she wept, she looked into the tomb and saw two angels sitting; one at the place where Jesus’ feet would have been and the other at the head.  They asked her why she was weeping.  She replied, “They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.”  She turned around and saw Jesus standing there but did not recognize him and she thought it was a gardener.  She asked him if he knew where Jesus’ body was laid because she wanted to take him away.

Jesus said to her, “Mary!”

“Rabbouni!” Mary exclaimed.

Jesus said to her, “Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father.  But go to my brothers and say to them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.'”

Mary ran to tell the disciples, “I have seen the Lord!”



Maundy Thursday Service

For the second year in a row, a member of my church read the poem below written by Lucy Nanson, from New Zealand, at the Maundy Thursday service. Following this reading, everyone was invited to form two lines up in the center aisle to have one of two pastors pour water on our hands from a bowl at the front of church while making the sign of the cross on our palms. Next to each bowl were little wash cloths, neatly rolled up in a basket, to dry the hands.

Just like last year, my emotions were heightened and I had tears in my eyes while I listened to the poem and thought about how my hands fit many of the descriptions.

Maundy Thursday: Wash My Hands

Wash my hands on Maundy Thursday

not my feet

My hands peel potatoes, wipe messes from the floor

change dirty nappies, clean the grease from pots and pans

have pointed in anger and pushed away in tears

in years past they’ve smacked a child and raised a fist

fumbled with nervousness, shaken with fear

I’ve wrung them when waiting for news to come

crushed a letter I’d rather forget

covered my mouth when I’ve been caught out

touched forbidden things, childhood memories do not grow dim

These hands have dug gardens, planted seeds

picked fruit and berries, weeded out and pruned trees

found bleeding from the rose’s thorns

dirt and blood mix together

when washed before a cup of tea

Love expressed by them

asks for your respect

in the hand-shake of warm greeting,

the gentle rubbing of a child’s bump

the caressing of a lover, the softness of a baby’s cheek

sounds of music played by them in tunes upon a flute

they’ve held a frightened teenager,

touched a father in his death

where cold skin tells the end of life has come

but not the end of love,

comforted a mother losing agility and health.

With my hands outstretched before you

I stand humbled and in awe

your gentle washing in water, the softness of the towel

symbolizing a cleansing

the servant-hood of Christ.

Wash my hands on Maundy Thursday

and not my feet.

At the end of the service all lights went out in the church and the final moments of light at dusk was nearly the only light available to aid a handful of church members as they stripped the altar while my Pastor sang Psalm 22. For on this evening, Jesus is going to be betrayed by one of his disciples.

I was listening to a talk show on Moody Radio yesterday called Chris Fabry Live, and a caller mentioned that two people that night actually betrayed Jesus. Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus with a kiss and Peter denied knowing Him after His arrest.

This caller made me think about all the times I betrayed Jesus in my life. Judas could have asked for forgiveness and it would have been given. This breaks my heart to know that out of the guilt he felt, he hung himself without any attempt to seek forgiveness. Peter, on the other hand, recalled Jesus’s words predicting his betrayal, and he wept, asked for forgiveness, was granted it and used this as a stepping stone to witness for Christ.

Friends, it is not too late for you to ask for forgiveness for denying or betraying Jesus in your lifetime. As the events unfold for Jesus on this Good Friday, His arms will stretch out as wide as they can on the cross. His arms are opened wide for everyone to fit inside His embrace which never lets go.

Psalm 22:7 “Commit your cause to the Lord; let him deliver–let him rescue the one in whom he delights!”

Lent Thus Far

February 14 was Ash Wednesday; the first day of Lent.  By my own will, I got in line to receive the imposition of ashes in the shape of a cross on my forehead from my Pastor.  While drawing the cross on my forehead he said, “Remember from dust you came and to dust you will return”.  Those words, along with the cross symbolically marked on my forehead, humbles me and starts me on my Lenten journey.  I am a Christian who observes the forty days of Lent.

It is common to make a penance during this church season.  This year I have chosen three ways to sacrifice which is minute in comparison to the sacrifice of life that Jesus offered for our sins.  I gave up chocolate, Facebook, and my game apps, i.e., Words With Friends, GSN Games, Solitaire, and Wood Puzzle.  Compared to Jesus’s life, these seem so unimportant, but let me explain.

Chocolate is a big one for me to give up because I simply just love chocolate.  Walking through the grocery store, I have to pass by the three sectional displays of Easter candy.  “Yes!” I exclaim in my head because I avoided eye contact with the Lindt Chocolate Bunny.  Thinking I am safe, I get in line to pay for my groceries and I cannot avoid my next temptation, the impulse-shopping candy display.  Uniformly lined up in their easy-to-display boxes I spy Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, M&Ms, Carmelo, Nestle Crunch, and Kit-Kat…drool.  I pretend to look at the neighboring magazine rack, yet from the corner of my eye I see the delicious-looking calorie-counting candy bars that at any other time of the year would find themselves riding along the checkout lane, getting bagged and in the car to their new home.

So, yes, chocolate is hard for me to ignore and give up.  Every time I want a bite of chocolate, I bite my lip and say a little thank you prayer to Jesus for dying for my sins.

Giving up Facebook is a new one for me this year.  Even though social media is an avenue to keep in touch with family and friends, I took a look at how often I am on Facebook and realized I had a lot of wasted time.  I know you are thinking, “Wait, you said you are not on Facebook, but I am reading this blog from her Facebook link.”  Right you are, but I have the ability to link the blog to the Facebook page I created.  There is no reason for me to go on Facebook to see my blog or do anything with it.

With the extra time I have from not scrolling through Facebook, I have been able to focus more time on the two Bible Studies I attend.  I realize that I am missing out on important information regarding family and friends, but am thankful for the people that have kept me in the loop of such information via email and text messages.  I will certainly cut back on Facebook time after Lent is over.

I REALLY miss my word puzzles, and other games.  I feel like my mind is a little mushy without being able to play Words With Friends.  But again, I was spending way too much time on my games.  I would play them as I fell asleep at night, which is currently spent taking inventory of the day and thanking God for all that happened and seeking His forgiveness for all the things that I should have done.  I also have more prayer time in the mornings as I drink my coffee.  I am not scrolling through Facebook or rearranging letters to form a high-scoring word with my friends at breakfast.  I am immersed, instead, in the Word (the Bible).

Although the ashes on my forehead have since been washed away, I continue to be humbled by the sacrifice of Jesus.  I don’t think I could give up my life as Jesus did, so I do what I can with giving up things that have been a big part of my life.  Stripping myself of worldly pleasures helps me to focus on future heavenly treasures.

Have you given anything up this Lent?  Why or why not?  Let me know if you need motivation to keep going, I will be your cheerleader.  We can do this together!  We are more than half way done.  Easter is almost here!

Thank you, Jesus!

Psalm 40:8  I desire to do your will, O my God; your law is within my heart.



Missing Dad

WordPress Daily Prompt: Dim

The number of days


since I last saw you.

But they will never


the memories I hold in my heart.


Exodus 20:12   “Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.”




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