God’s grace

Return to Me

As I read through Amos 4 this week a phrase struck me. It was repeated five times in the short chapter. God said, “. . .yet you have not returned to me.” God mentions hunger, drought, thirst, famine, plagues, and war. He takes credit for all the terrible things and then He simply says, “.…
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Ashamed…

“For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes…” Romans 1:16 Ashamed. My heart twisted in my chest and my cheeks burned. Hot like the searing in my heart. I did it and now I am done. I knew better, but I…
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What My Heart Does

Rain pours from the morning sky. Clouds hang and darkness clings to the clouds. I rollover and hit snooze again. My body not ready to meet the day, before I get out of bed my  heart begins: You are going to be late. You hit snooze. You will never get your work-out done, blog post…
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Yes His Name is George

Monday. I prepared for it with trepidation. L was only five days post tonsillectomy. She did so well, but I felt concerned about sending her to school. I made sure I had her medicine ready to go, lunches prepared, and backpacks packed. We were ready. I checked through all their papers Sunday night. I signed…
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Return to Me

As I read through Amos 4 this week a phrase struck me. It was repeated five times in the short chapter. God said, “. . .yet you have not returned to me.” God mentions hunger, drought, thirst, famine, plagues, and war. He takes credit for all the terrible things and then He simply says, “.…
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Ashamed…

“For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes…” Romans 1:16 Ashamed. My heart twisted in my chest and my cheeks burned. Hot like the searing in my heart. I did it and now I am done. I knew better, but I…
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What My Heart Does

Rain pours from the morning sky. Clouds hang and darkness clings to the clouds. I rollover and hit snooze again. My body not ready to meet the day, before I get out of bed my  heart begins: You are going to be late. You hit snooze. You will never get your work-out done, blog post…
Read More

Yes His Name is George

Monday. I prepared for it with trepidation. L was only five days post tonsillectomy. She did so well, but I felt concerned about sending her to school. I made sure I had her medicine ready to go, lunches prepared, and backpacks packed. We were ready. I checked through all their papers Sunday night. I signed…
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