Martha’s heart sank and her stomach churned at Mary’s response to her good news. But she wasn’t surprised. Mary had given up hope when Lazarus drew his last breath. Her waiting ended with the death of her brother. Martha hadn’t completed her waiting. She knew that when the Master came things would be better. She
The message had been sent. Had it not been delivered? Why didn’t He come? Had His love for us changed? Maybe His love had not been that sincere after all. For hours she walked from the bed to the window, in hope, looking down the road, certain that He would come soon. Her heart grew
Hannah stepped into the kitchen, dimly lit by the oil lamp. She gazed through the window across the mountains. The violet and mauve colors melting together behind the new day’s mist began rising in the eastern sky bringing the promise of brightness as the sun would soon greet the day. Hannah looked to the
Twelve noon, mid-July. HOT!!! Still she sat. Waiting. Having just finished her fifth-grade year, my oldest daughter had been chosen to attend a week of classes that would provide challenges and enrichment for students whose abilities enable them to benefit from experiences beyond those provided by the regular school programs. Holly had attended four
Changing Seasons “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven” Eccl. 3:1 The seasons that the Lord has created for us are all so beautiful. Depending on the geographical area, the seasons can be more defined. Like the seasons in nature and agriculture, people cycle through distinct
This night was no different than the others. Dropping her emaciated body onto her bed, she poured out her troubled heart to the God she knew, the One she worshiped. Again, she waited. Every night for 12 long years she waited, in anticipation that with the new day she would experience new strength and
As evening shades gathered around the countryside, dark clouds assembled on the eastern horizon, hardly noticeable to the busy men and women scurrying about their normal daily routines. With the grandeur of the setting sun on the western horizon, little thought was given to the coming storm. Not until the angry force of the chilly
The early morning breezes carried the music of the sea inside the condo through the small opening in the door. The door had purposely been left slightly open the night before to welcome the lullaby the ocean sang. Morning’s “Waltz of the Waves” beckoned me to quietly expand the opening to the ball room
Depending on the time of the year, I have opportunity to witness the world being transformed into some sort of magical land for me as the sun makes its way over the eastern rim of Earth. To arrive at the place where I spend my week days I must head west. So often, as I
Some West Texas summers are brutal. During those times it isn’t uncommon to step out and see the dry, crusty land open up in large cracks in thirsty pleading for water. Those months can be harsh, with temperatures rising, baking the hills that dot the countryside to a deeper than golden brown. Even creek beds,
