Friday, December 21, 2012

PSALM 139:13-18

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am frearfully and wonderfully made; I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, They would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.



I read a poem once titled My Cup Has Overflowed. It made me stop and think about my life. How God has blessed me. I could not say it any better than this.

I've never made a fortune, and it's probably too late now.
But I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow.
And as I go along life's way, I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.

Haven't go a lot of riches, and sometimes the going's tough-
But I've got loving ones all around me, and that makes me rich enough.
I thank God for His blessings, and the mercies He's bestowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage when the way grows steep and rough,
I'll not ask for other blessings; I'm already blessed enough.
And may I never be too busy to help others bear their load.
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.

Author Unkown

Friday, October 19, 2012


As you can see I have not posted a devotional for a while. I will be devoting my time to finishing my novella, research, and my blog on genealogy.

Please stop by and check out my genealogy blog.

Thank you for reading what I have posted and I pray you have shared a devotional with someone.

May God Bless you.

Friday, September 7, 2012


Ecclesiastes 4:10 NAS
Pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up.

For the past two days I've been reading Ecclesiastes and it has made me take a hard look at my life, a hard look at me. The me that will go out and buy a new blouse to make me feel good or because nothing in my closet fit just right this morning. The me that needed one more thing in my craft room because I knew I had one but couldn't find it. My craft room is full of stuff.

All of this stuff is meaningless. When I die there will be no luggage rack on the top of the hearst taking my body to the cemetery. I cannot stuff goodies in the casket with me hoping to use them later.

What I need to be looking at is what have I done in my life, not the things, or stuff I have in my life. Did I really take the time to talk to my neighbor instead of waving at them when they pulled out of the driveway this morning? Did I listen to my children when they tried to get my attention wanting to talk. Did I brush them off and say later, perhaps when I have more time.

For the homeless have I helped serve them a meal, speak to them about Jesus, give them a blanket to keep them warm, or just sit and listen to them talk? The widows in the nursing home, did I take time to brush their hair, hold their hand when they were feeling alone, or read to them because their eyes are failing them.

Ecclesiastes has opened my eyes.

Dear Father thank you for opening my eyes. Forgive me for my short comings and I pray with Your help to be the person You want me to me. Amen.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012


Isaiah 6:4 NAS
And the foundations of the thresholds tremembled at the voice of him who called out.

While the granddaughter was visiting she told me she took my three year old, great, granddaughter to Vacation Bible School at a Catholic Church this summer. One day she was early so she slipped inside the door, and they were praying. She tried to be quiet but her daughter looked up and saw her. She said. "Mom it's God. God's talking."

Out of the mouths of babes. Or is it? Have you stopped to think about God talking to you? I'd like to think that when I get a certain tugging on my heart, my mind, or whatever you want to call it, it's God talking to me. You might say it's your conscience.

God is gentle, kind, all knowing, loving, merciful, mighty, and slow to anger. When He speaks mountains bow down, thunder rolls, lightening cracks across the sky. Foundations tremble and oceans pound at the surf.

God speaks to each one of us differently. He may appear in your dreams, whisper in your ear, or tug at your heart. Your inner being. He wants and waits to talk to you.

Abba Father thank you for wanting to talk to me, your daughter. Amen.


The second thing that has held my writing back is company. Now mind you I LOVE my family, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. But it slows the mind, my mind down. I got up early, extra early, but that didn't help. So I am trusting God to make the time and give me His insight on what He wants me to say.

Oh yes, company went home. It was a nice visit though.


Well here it is......I have been having computer problems for a couple of weeks, so there has not been any devotionals. The problem was the wiring coming in from the house. Hopefully that is corrected and I can get back to doing what I like to do. WRITE!!! AND praising God's love and grace.

Thank you for bearing with me.