What We Choose To See

The anticipation of spring; the long awaited event that is greatly appreciated after a cold winter. The blooming of the new, full of the bold colors of God’s choosing. My wife requested that we surround the house with flowers this year. We had moved into a different home a little over a year ago and the landscape was pretty bare. It needed a lot of … Continue reading What We Choose To See

From Little Love

At the age of four, something happened between my parents that left me with a life-changing, unbeknown obstacle, which would forever alter the future of my personal life. Although I had no idea how the event would cause me to think differently about my life as I would grow older, it didn’t take long to feel its effects. The divorce of my parents was not … Continue reading From Little Love

Prideful Preaching

How many times have you been ridiculed, or made to feel ashamed of yourself, by others who preach the Gospel? It seems to be very common within the Church these days. Are you spreading the correction of God, incorrectly? The following is a writing from Kevin DeYoung. Are Christians Meant to Feel Guilty All the Time? How do we feel guilty? Let me count the … Continue reading Prideful Preaching

One Of Two Ways

How often others are so incredibly determined to seek and destroy, simply because they themselves are already destroyed in some way. From here on out, there will be a small group of atheists peeking at my posts and seeking an opportunity to cut me down. It’s been a tough last few days going back and forth with these people who desire to pull anyone and … Continue reading One Of Two Ways

A Refusal To Move

There are times when idleness within my life can become very destructive. It’s an ongoing battle I’ve dealt with for a great portion of my adult life. The following link is titled, Here Is Why Your Anxiety Is Getting Worse. I found it to be a great source of information, especially since I have an ongoing tendency to practice some of the patterns and bad … Continue reading A Refusal To Move

His Hands

There is a certain feel when it comes to being up early and not having to rush to do anything. No work must be performed. No thoughts of what I have to do within the day ahead. Nothing to do but listen to the rain on the tin roof along the back partial of our home as the birds sing, enjoying their free bath. Nothing … Continue reading His Hands