Home. A dwelling place. A shelter. . Home. It is where most of us are finding ourselves these days…as things continue to get stripped away and sidelined. . “Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”” Psalms‬ ‭91:1-2‬ ‭NIV‬‬ . To dwell means to sit down (in quiet), to remain, to settle. . God offers us a home. A dwelling place. A shelter from the st

“Quiet the mind and the soul speaks.” That thought is like a breath of fresh air. How many times do I feel like I need to quiet my mind? That my mind is buzzing and bouncing so much with activity like a pinball machine. Pinging here and there. That if I have to think one more thought, speak one more yes, add one more date to my calendar, answer one more text or call, my brain might literally explode. And, if that is not enough, have you noticed how noisy our world has become?

Paul was on a ship in the middle of a storm. Not just any storm…a typhoon, a nor’easter type of storm. It had raged for many days “blotting out the sun and the stars, until at last all hope was gone.” Everyone feared for their lives. But, an angel of God appeared to Paul and said, “Don’t be afraid…God in his goodness has granted safety to everyone with you.” Then, Paul declared: “So take courage! For I believe God.” How many times in the middle of our storms do we fear and gi

I grew up in and out of church. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in early high school, but didn’t really understand what a relationship with Him really meant. As with many young adults, my spiritual life was not a priority. I was too busy having fun in college and setting goals for the future. One day in my late twenties, my mom gave me this Bible and EVERYTHING changed. . For the first time in my life, I decided each morning I would sit down in my favorite white chair with my c

Spring time always finds us with an overly busy schedule. As a result my flower beds are usually neglected for the first month or so of spring. As I paused for a moment and looked at them today, I realized that the weeds were already starting to take over. Weeds that will eventually choke out the beautiful flowers growing right in the midst of them. It reminded me of how weeds begin to creep into my own soul. Weeds, that if neglected, will also begin to choke the beauty out o

My devotional pointed me to Psalm 23 on Friday. It is so familiar that I decided to read it in several different versions which often gives me new perspective and meaning. The Passion Translation refreshed my soul. I hope it will refresh you, too. Soak in these words: “The Lord is my best friend and my shepherd. I always have more than enough. He offers a resting place for me in his luxurious love. His tracks take me to an oasis of peace, the quiet brook of bliss. That’s wher

Some days there is a storm brewing in my brain. Not what you typically think of as a brainstorm. This one is different. The kind of storm that occurs if I have to think about one more thing. 🤯 Those days I feel like I need to send out a weather alert to my family and friends that says “Severe Thunderstorm Possible. Take Shelter Immediately .” 😂 These storms usually start as a result of an overextended schedule and commitments. Then, when the unexpected happens, boom! The st

My post was ready to go today. After my morning quiet time, I chose to edit and revise it because I felt like someone may need to hear this as much as I did. Isn’t that the way writing works? You have to throw out the original thought for something better. More meaningful. These two scriptures settled over me and quieted my soul this morning. I don’t know what you are going through right now, but let these truths sink into your heart: “Surrender your anxiety! Be silent and st

I have this little stool. it is older than me. I remember it from my first home when I was a little girl. Somehow it has managed to tag along although I have decluttered most things from back then. • Sometimes, in the morning quiet, I plop down in the floor, at this little stool, open my Bible and think about sitting at the feet of Jesus. Like Mary did. You know as in Mary and Martha in Luke 10:38-42. • Do you recall the story of Mary and Martha? Martha was busy. Don’t we say

When my kids were little, I slept with the door open and no fan on. I wanted to hear them if they needed me in the middle of the night. As they have grown into the teen and young adult years, I purchased a fan to drown out the noise of their coming and going and late night video games. I am a light sleeper and I can hear everything including the cat walking into the room. I have grown to love my fan because I love my sleep. However, Elijah had surgery yesterday. So once again