Category Archives: faith

sticks and redbuds

Audio Post:   When Dad brought home the redbud “tree” (a gift from a friend) and planted it by the patio at the house on Markland, Mom told me she thought to herself, “there is no way that stick will grow into a redbud tree.” And I think about how often I look at the…

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a new leaf

Audio post:   My husband had to go to the beach yesterday to check on clients’ properties for storm damage, and I rode along with him. As we got to the top of the bridge that crosses the intercoastal waterway, I looked out past the port and glanced a patch of aqua that took my breath…

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  • Mimi

     You really put your thoughts into words that the Lord has given you so beautifully, Debi.  They touched my ❤️.ReplyCancel

    • Debi

      Thank you for always encouraging me to stay the course He has written for me and for praying for me…that I might see treasures in dark places! Love you!

      “I will give you the treasures of darkness And hidden wealth of secret places, So that you may know that it is I, The LORD, the God of Israel, who calls you by your name.” Isaiah 45:3ReplyCancel

shedding fig leaves

Audio post:   NOTE TO SELF: Stop covering yourself with fig leaves; you look ridiculous. Remember, your life is hidden in the beauty of Christ.

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the truth about knowing god

Notes from my study of John Snyder’s Behold Your God…Rethinking God Biblically  How well do you know God? Do you want to know Him more? I do! I used to think an intense study of His Word the ultimate key to knowing Him. Or that I would finally get to know him by signing up for…

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hidden faithfulness

Audio Post:   It seems quiet here. The sun is not quite up yet. My husband and daughter have packed tools and briefcase and left me—alone—with the day. And I think to myself: Sometimes it’s easier to have your day ordered for you by the clatter of the obvious than to be faithful in shadow’s hush….

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numbered days

551 That’s how many days passed between my father’s diagnosis and the day he left this earth. He had more time than many who hear the words “it’s pancreatic cancer.” We may have grieved the short time he had left, but I don’t ever recall any betrayal of regret or anxiousness on his part because, you see,…

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