The Wife of N.C.

You might be wondering who “N.C.” is, and why we’re talking about his wife. Personally, I don’t know him, but I can say that he was a greatly blessed man. His spouse is recorded in the epilogue of Proverbs as “the wife of noble character”, now commonly referred to as “the Proverbs 31 woman”. A few nights … More The Wife of N.C.

Taste of Home

 (Spoiler: If you clicked on this title hoping for a culinary article, you might be disappointed. Otherwise, proceed.) This year has been saturated with weddings and funerals. I mean, I know people get married and people die, but it sure seems like it’s been more than usual lately. The intensity of all the mixed rejoicing and … More Taste of Home

Just As You Are

In yesterday’s post, I referenced Travis Cottrell’s version of the well-loved hymn, “Just As I Am”. Well, it seems fitting that there should be a hymn (of sorts) written in response to the reason why we can come just as we are… Just as You are and forever will be The lamb of God, who … More Just As You Are

Just As I Am

Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me And that Thou bidst me come to Thee O Lamb of God, I come, I come If you are familiar with hymns, you will probably recognize this timeless favorite. This morning while baking in my kitchen, I was listening to … More Just As I Am

Finale

Breathe in Breathe out The race is almost over Your work is nearly done You’ll no longer need Earth’s sweet breath To walk, to dance, to run For all the years of labor And every suffer-some day For all the times of sweat and tears And every moment of crippling fears “Well done”, you hope … More Finale

Jesus

Blog inspirations usually don’t awaken me at five in the morning; I guess city life might be changing that. The warm summer nights have caused me to leave the bedroom window open, to provide better air circulation. As I was lying in bed, tangled around what was left of my sheets and comforter, I could … More Jesus

Desperation

          It crawls on its hands Slowly dragging its knees Barely uttering sound Softly murmuring pleas It strains and it struggles It moves with no hope It clings to one thread Frayed remains of a rope Life’s sunlight has dwindled Death beckons “Come, more.” And under the peephole It falls, by … More Desperation