Reflections on Psalm 139 — The Abundant Heart Help me, Lord,For I am tortured by my thoughts—Base thoughts that feast upon ideas they ought to spew.Secret sins.Secret sins, indeed!To say they’re hidden is to lie.Perhaps from human eye they dance unseen,But nothing can escape Your penetrating view. Search me, Lord.Reveal to me my wickedness,That it …
a poem for Memorial Day
What was true in 1939 is still true today.
What do you do when loneliness calls your name?
Before we can forgive the faults in others, we have to forgive the faults in ourselves.
And slowly it all made sense—
Like puzzle pieces building up
One piece at a time...
Seldom have I seen a finer portrait of married love.
Without change nothing would ever improve.
I watched the stars...
When discouragement intrudes, defy it.