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…
I looked crazy talking to myself. I drove to Rhode Island from New Hampshire to speak at a ladies’ retreat. I usually practice the teaching while driving. God gives me deeper insight and great analogies while driving. The teaching for that weekend was “Shining for Jesus in this dark world.” I practiced the portion,…
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 LOST IT! It’s gone. I was so upset I refused to look for it! However, If I did not find it, my family would be in dire need of emotional repair. What did I lose? What brings pain and destruction to my family? My temper. My Self Control. My mind. I pray…