God called me to be a Red basket servant. Yes one of thosered plastic baskets some restaurants use to serve fries, chips, and chicken wings?Let me explain. As I stormed the gates of heaven begging God to use me, He showed me a picture in my head of a red basket with some pita bread, broken into pieces. The…
My son needed restoration physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I needed to let go and allow God to work in my son through a program eight hundred miles from home. The Holy Spirit encouraged me to study Hannah. HANNAH’S story can be found in 1 Samuel 1-2. Hannah prayed boldly, in the Spirit, and with all…
Jessie Dutra guest blogs this week. She is the talented photographer who provided the lighthouse picture for my blog. She’s a farm owner, mom, sister, aunt, and one of the most generous people I know. I am blessed to call her my sister and friend. The laundry basket overflowed with fermented socks, towels and work…
We love to laugh. Hugs are generous and clean jokes are plentiful in our small family of three. One morning, on his way out the door to catch the school bus, my son hugged me and descended the stairs.A voice from the back bedroom shouted, “Don’t I get a hug? What am I chopped liver? “My son…
“I am a shipyard baby, born at the Portsmouth Naval Base in Portsmouth, NH, no wait, it could be Kittery, ME.” I said.”You don’t know if you were born in New Hampshire or Maine?” Dana said.Watch the video to see how the dilemma was resolved.Jesus didn’t need a birth certificate, He had a prophecy to…
Unmet expectations can cause angst. My son has autism. When life does not go as he expects, the closest object can become a projectile and his body shakes as he sobs. His therapist stated, “Michael is already at the playground sliding down the slide in his mind, his expectation becomes a reality to him before the…