Well, I made my first goal in this blogging game; fifty followers. Thank you to those of you who have decided to click that follow button. Fifty may not seem much for those who have been doing this for a while, but it is exciting for this beginner. With that excitement, I have decided to… Continue reading Thursday Thoughts- Being Followed
Tag: Father
Prayer Challenge- Day 23
Day 23 Name of God to proclaim and focus your worship to: Abba (ab'-a) Papa, Daddy Abba is the most intimate form of God’s name, showing us His character as our loving daddy. This name appears 3 times in the New Testament (Mark 14:36, Romans 8:15, Galatians 4:6). The Mark passage shows that Jesus was in… Continue reading Prayer Challenge- Day 23
My Father’s Heart: Always Seasoning
I started a new job last week. A local snack food company was needing help and called me to come work on the production line for as long as I could. I agreed though I was not sure how my "haven't worked in a year" body would handle the 9-10 hours on my feet per… Continue reading My Father’s Heart: Always Seasoning
My Father’s Heart: Peace in the Storm
We are in a season of storms; storms we wonder if we will survive. Lately my local area has been experiencing a very stormy weather pattern. Threatening clouds filled with every sort of possible disaster are often in the view from my window. Storms that bring so much rain so quickly that many, including myself,… Continue reading My Father’s Heart: Peace in the Storm
My Father’s Heart: The Heart of a Farmer
My father had the heart of a farmer. Thankfully, God made him with a strong work ethic because, believe me, farming takes a lot of work. From early morning to late nights there was always something that needed to be done to maintain the farm, especially a farm with animals. His day would start with… Continue reading My Father’s Heart: The Heart of a Farmer
My Father’s Heart
The memories are making my heart ache again. Facebook’s “See Your Memories” feature has been a daily reminder lately of an especially hard time in the life of our family. You see, it was two years ago that my father had to be placed in a nursing home; his final residence on this earth. Not… Continue reading My Father’s Heart
A Hand to Hold
This poem is dedicated to two men in my life who have held my hand well. My father's were the first hands that held mine and he used them to teach me what God's love truly feels like. From years of milking cows and building our farm his hands were strong and muscular like none… Continue reading A Hand to Hold
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