Whole Wheat Biscuits

Do you have a biscuit maker in your home? The ones in the picture are made with white flour, but my husband also makes palate pleasing ones using whole wheat flour.

For the most part, our trajectory in terms of eating is a healthy one.  I know white flour biscuits don’t fit into that category, but, life is short, and breakfast is eaten early in the day. The negatives that one white flour biscuit may bring are processed throughout a long, active day. They aren’t eaten every morning.  I’m proud to have a sweet husband who is my biscuit maker.White biscuits alongside some salt and pepper shakers found at an antique store.

Did you grow up eating biscuits? It was one of the few things that my mother could make homemade. Her white gravy was thick, and creamy with just enough pepper tossed in; perfect with her hot biscuits.

This may sound outrageous to some, but most of the time, if I had to choose between bread or dessert, I’d choose bread.  However, I don’t mind saying, dark chocolate has become a favorite.

But, back to bread.

Do you have a bread making machine? We bought one a few years back and we used it.  I’ve heard people say they gained so much weight once they got a bread machine. We always sliced it once cooled, and placed waxed paper between each slice to freeze for later. One slice at a time and no weight issues. It was a delight to enjoy, truly, homemade bread!

Bread gets a bad rap so often. Rarely do you hear such condemnation over apple pie, chocolate cake, or ice cream, but bread…my goodness, it doesn’t get good reviews.

Jesus must have had a high view of bread. After all, He claimed He was the Bread of Life(John chapter 6). Surely bread is one of the many wonderful foods that God gives us to enjoy. Even the healthy plate that the government recommends has whole grain as a requirement. The whole wheat biscuit would certainly qualify. So, I eat my biscuit(white or wheat) a few mornings a week and I enjoy it. Eat them early and remember what John Wayne said,

“Slap some bacon on a biscuit and let’s go! We’re burnin’ daylight!”

©Valerie Rumfelt

Billy Graham Remembered

Let’s take a walk back to the 1970’s. It was always a special time when the Billy Graham Crusades would come on television. This happened in the evenings. We’d barely get the supper dishes washed, dried, and put away before our family rushed into the living room to settle in for this event.

We could hear the choir singing from a distance as daddy had already gone to the den to get the TV turned on. I remember sitting in school that day, looking forward to that night when the Billy Graham Crusade would come on. It was a guaranteed and pleasant family gathering.

By the time these memories were being made in our home, each member had already invited Jesus to come to live in their heart. This was just a celebration of our Christian life, coming through a box on the only choice back then…a network channel. The sense that others might be watching in their dens too added to the excitement. As a matter of fact, I felt sorry for people who might not be experiencing this.


There was a faithful gathering of worshippers that Cliff Barrows had assembled to bring the gospel in song. Ethel Waters stirred my heart with, His Eye is on the Sparrow. My soul hung on every croon as she sold her song to the world. Based on the way she sang that song, she knew Jesus was watching her! These were words of comfort to an anxious heart like mine. I longed to know that Jesus really was watching me.

Sometimes it was Evie Tornquist with her intrinsic cheer singing, Live for Jesus. Most every crusade, George Beverly Shea sang one of his songs. He wrote many. But I’d Rather Have Jesus is the one that stuck with me. Pondering the lyrics “sins dread sway” touched my heart deeply as I wondered who in the world was caught in that dreadful place.

Later, when Billy Graham talked to us at invitation time, I understood better who that might be as he extended an invitation to those in bars that were watching the crusade.As time passed in my faith journey, I realized all of us are caught in that sway.

This past week, the Facebook feed has been covered in Billy Graham video. It’s heartwarming and mind-boggling what God did through the man. Have you seen interviews of he and his wife, Ruth? That lady was filled with joy, a wellspring of support and love for her husband. Yet true to herself, witty, gracious, and fully relying on God. Her impact immeasurable. He adored her.

Our den was home to this televised memory a number of times in my childhood. Throughout my adult life, long after the crusades faded away, my admiration and love for Billy Graham remained. I often wondered what the day would be like in this world when he passed away. It was as dignified as the Lord God planned it.

My first impression the day he went to heaven was how easy it was to identify the reporters that might have a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus. They talked of Billy Graham as one they embraced. They spoke of his ministry not so much as a mystery, but as a master plan of God’s. As I watched the news, many reporters unwittingly gave the plan of salvation just in speaking about Graham’s life. This defined him and was his life purpose.
Each member of the televised crusades lived faithful lives unto Jesus. Not a known scandal in the ministry. Comrades in the faith, unity binding them all together. No wonder our Lord spoke of unity so much. These were the hallmarks of the success each had collectively and individually for the Kingdom. Now, each is together again in the Home they spoke of and longed for.
People all over are still looking for what Billy Graham championed. Jesus is alive and if you are one of His followers, you can tell the world about Him.

Recently, at a hotel stay, a maid in the hallway cried out, “Jesus!”. She seemed exhausted and just plain worn out. I gently responded to her by saying, “we love Jesus.” Instantly, her demeanor changed. Perhaps she realized she may have misused that precious and holy name. We gave her a Steps to Peace with God tract and a big tip and encouraged her to find the Jesus she had called to.
There will only be one Billy Graham, but there are millions of Jesus followers. Let’s leave our own legacy of living a faithful, uncompromising life. Let’s be the ones ready to share the gospel with the world.

©Valerie Rumfelt

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More Quotes That Changed My Life

“Well, God’s got their attention now.” A few of us were standing in the hallway of the community center, where our church met, when I first heard this statement. It came out of a new believer’s mouth about an adverse event in someone’s life. I believe the unstated meaning speaks of the vulnerability some circumstances can reveal in us. More often than not, we are walking through life unaware of when the storm is coming. So, when it arrives, it can be somewhat unexpected, like a jolt. The weight of it demands a level of humility unfamiliar to us. Stripped of all our defenses in a moment and on our knees in the next, God has our attention. Our senses are heightened, and our minds are fixated on the only One who can bring a remedy, pardon, healing, or solution to the situation. We will be desperate. We will feel weak. God’s got our attention.

“Yes, Valerie, you have decided to follow Jesus” This I heard from God in my head, very clearly. He spoke this to me one dark, cold night in Kodama, Ukraine. With our team, Clark and I were in a van with a driver who didn’t speak English. The dim light in the truck was no match for the darkness outside, no visible moon, a dark horizon because of limited electricity, and an unknown destination. Our van bumped along the rough, dirt road.

Soon, our roaming thoughts were silenced. The van stopped. The door opened, and one young teenage girl entered. We didn’t know why she was there, and her presence provided no answer…at least not yet. We attempted to communicate but were left wondering about her company with us. By this time, we are cold, and our apprehension is increasing.

Our anxiety thickened as we sat rumbling along, wondering what would happen next. Suddenly, surprising us all, our new passenger broke out in song in English! Her choice was the hymn “I Have Decided to Follow Jesus.”

The laughter of relief and smiles and nods of joy filled the van. In a second, we’d become one. An atmosphere of worship took over our angst, and we joined her in singing the entire hymn. I remembered every word of what I believe was five verses. God’s miracle of comfort, indeed.

While we were singing, the Holy Spirit spoke this to me so clearly this phrase. It was unforgettable and undeniable. Since that time, in the hard places of ministry, this phrase has reminded me of my commitment to Jesus and given me the spiritual tenacity to keep going.

“Jesus Knows Me This I Love”
Several years ago, this phrase was discovered in the little town of Murphy, N.C. In a home decor shop, I found this sign leaning against another object on a table. It stopped me in my tracks, and delight filled my soul. The meaning was not lost on me. The twist in words gave me appreciation for them.

Immediately, my thoughts reflected on the familiar “Jesus Loves Me This I Know.”

The fact that Jesus Loves Me is an awesome thought. So, what’s the difference? Perhaps the difference is taking it from childhood to adult truth.

But the fact that HE knows me, and that in response, I love that He knows me, well, that’s powerful! One short, pithy phrase spoke of a close relationship with Jesus, a relationship of no secrets.

He’s seen me at my worst and most vulnerable. He’s pulled me out of the pit. He’s rejoiced at my growth. He responded when I needed Him to be significant. Every injustice He sees. Every prayer is known. He’s had a front-row seat to every failure so that He’d be close by when I ran to Him. He’s been present in every moment of cheer. He’s known every joy. He does things all day long that let me know He’s watching and seeing me. He hears me thank Him when I become more like Him by His power. No hope in my heart has ever gone unnoticed. He’s never ignored any request.

He knows me, and I love that!


©Valerie Rumfelt

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4 Quotes That Changed My Life


Who doesn’t love a good quote? A good quote has at its origin a pithy quality and sums up a truth about the human experience we relate to.

The following quotes likely won’t be famous, but none the less, they’ve impacted my life. All have a memory associated with them.

4 Quotes That Changed My Life:

Honey, if we knew it all, we couldn’t stand it!

    ” – I remember standing in the living room of one of my mother’s friends when I heard this. It’s like yesterday, my tall mother and her tall friend chatting away, and my little self, paying attention. I was a curious child. They must’ve been talking about something terrible that had occurred because the question that swirled in my head and soon emerged was about why couldn’t God let us know things. This phrase was the answer my mother’s friend said to me. I didn’t understand it then, but her experience walking with God prepared her to answer me this way, and I never forgot it. Her answer’s been indelibly printed in my mind and remains an active concept to me. The phrase points to God’s wisdom in all things and His protection of our emotions.
  • Faith is not a feeling” – At a meeting of Campus Crusade for Christ in college, I first heard this. The speaker introduced this idea, and it is a concept that has pulsated in my mind throughout my life. Truly faith and feelings can rarely coexist. Without faith, the Bible says it is impossible to please God. As women, we let our feelings and emotions make decisions for us. Faith relies fully on God and His wisdom.
  • Go do something normal” – My husband first said this to me and just him saying it brought comfort to me at the time. We’ve all had times when we didn’t feel like our typical self? We could be confused, fearful, uncertain, plagued by doubt. Anytime this happens, it’s good to find the familiar, call a friend, brush your teeth, exercise, listen to a sermon, write some scripture. At times, this angst comes at night, ushering in a sleepless night. Whenever this happens, don’t focus on it. Instead, work around it. Go do something normal.
  • You can’t go with God and stay where you are” – It was at a marriage conference at Ridgecrest Conference Center in North Carolina that I heard Henry Blackaby utter these profound words. There are times when God is calling a follower of His to do something. If we don’t do it, then we’ve decided to stay where we are. When we do this, we miss the joy of the following Him in obedience and you can be sure of this, you will regret your no. Sometimes these calls from God require an address change. Sometimes they require courage to speak, the decision to let go, the tenacity to face the hill and begin, or maybe to change your schedule. Going with God could be obediently staying where we are when the urge to leave is strong. Going with God is staying in step with His spirit. It’s an adventure. It is irrevocable. If you miss it, well, you’ve missed it. Gone forever.

Maybe these quotes will keep you pondering today about your walk with God. We miss so much of what God has for us. These quotes teach me that I don’t have to know everything, God is big enough to carry me through whatever is coming, I can trust Him in faith. There are times I’m going to feel off or uncertain, but the feeling will pass as I press on through the day, and if I go with God, He will be with me. God is speaking, are you listening?

And theLordsaid to Moses, “I will come to you in a thick cloud and speak to you. The people will hear me speaking with you and will always trust you.” Then Moses told theLordwhat the people had said. Exodus 19:9

©Valerie Rumfelt

How Much Stuff?

Stuff is defined as matter, material, and articles. We all know this, but we never expected it to have such a hold on us. There comes a time in all our lives when we must deal with our stuff!

Maybe you are moving, or perhaps you need to make room for a family member to come to live in your home. That guest room, rarely used can become an office or a craft room. Whatever the scenario, we have to come to terms with our stuff sometimes.

I’ve had to do this several times in various circumstances. When I do, I’m reminded how temporary things are. What once meant so much at one time can be sold at a garage sale or even given away or left behind!

Perhaps it is human nature to hold on to things tightly, and because of that tight grip, it is hard to let them go.

2 Peter 3:10

But the day of the Lord will come like a thief, in which the heavens will pass away with a roar and the elements will be destroyed with intense heat, and the earth and its works will be burned up.

2 Corinthians 4:18

while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.

Matthew 6:19

Don’t collect for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal.
Perhaps the last verse makes the point best regarding our stuff.

A couple of hours is all it took to flood our basement one day when we were out running errands. We were expecting to open the door and enter as usual but were aghast to step into water instead. Our washer hose had busted, and several inches ushered us instantly into survival mode.

For days, large fans roared, and we spent a large portion of time in our basement. Not only was the living room floor ruined by water, but the basement also. That water had made its mark in our dwelling place and interrupted our daily routine and thoughts. What was not in plastic totes was left to absorb water leaving cardboard boxes and their contents saturated.

Silently the water soaked all kinds of things from furniture to keepsakes.
In the end, the cleanout sessions were marked by surprising ease in decision making. It seems that once items are damaged, it becomes easier to discard.


What we learned about storage:

  • Put your stuff in plastic totes. Special things can go in heat/moisture protecting ones.
  • Take time to put dates on your pictures. You can purchase photo containers, and if you label the container for a specific time frame, then there’s no need to label each picture.
  • Label your boxes – Use a permanent marker on tape. Later, if the contents change, then you can rip off the tape label and put on a new one without scratching through words and leaving a mess.
  • Mold grows – If items have mold, it is best to part with it. Some things can be wiped down; most can’t; just let it go.
  • Learn to love the black garbage bag – Throwing away is good. Whether you are filling the bag with giveaway items or garbage, do this more often, then the task won’t be so daunting over time.

Right now, we are busy cleaning out again. Thankfully, it is not because of any catastrophe. We are doing it to save some money. Our last move was a downsize that we weren’t prepared for. Consequently, a storage unit became immediately necessary. Recently, we’ve moved everything out of the unit into our carport and are going through these things.

Things to remember:

  • We have to guard our hearts and not allow our stuff to be more important than God Himself and other people.
  • Running our race well as Christians require these cleanouts from time to time.
  • Some of our stuff does matter.

But sometimes when faced with divorce, death, moving, catastrophic events, re-purposing, you learn to let go of stuff.  At the beginning of this new year is an opportunity to look at your stuff. What do you need? What can be thrown out? It takes courage. Ask God to help you on this unique journey.

Matthew 6:19-21 “Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, 20 but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
©Valerie Rumfelt
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Real Christmas

Last night in our prayer time, my husband and I pondered aloud the emptiness the world brings to such a blessed, joyous, and exceptional season as Christmas. The message from the world seems to be so much about getting.

Now, I admit when I married Clark, any gift-giving occasion got more exciting than it had ever been for me. You see, Clark delights in choosing a meaningful gift for me, even several. He has blown me away many times through the years with his selections.

Anyway, as good as a gift is, it’s just temporal. All gifts are subject to wear and tear, being broken, lost, or stolen.

For those who know Christ, HE is the gift of Christmas and of every single day of our lives. HE is eternal, and unchanging, and HE never grows tired or weary. HE is the motivation for each day, not just Christmas.

Christmas for every believer in Jesus is in our hearts, life eternal, love everlasting. CHRISTMAS, a thrill of hope, literally, the weary world truly does rejoice!

The world may not know why they decorate, play the carols, attend church, or give gifts, but the underlying message of Jesus promotes every bit of it. Every glimmering light, every baked item, each crinkle of Christmas wrap, traditions taught, carols sung, wreaths hung high, tinsel swooped around the trees, and every snowflake that may fall on Christmas announce the most phenomenal birth ever and proclaim to the world




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Below are some quotes that capture the meaning of the glorious season…

“I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.

John 1:14

“Once in our world, a stable had something in it that was bigger than our whole world.” C.S.Lewis from The Last Battle 1956
An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people.
Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.
Luke 2:9-11   
“Who can add to Christmas? The perfect motive is that God so loved the world. The perfect gift is that He gave His only Son. The only requirement is to believe in Him. The reward of faith is that you shall have everlasting life.”- Corrie Ten Boom
Merry Christmas!
©Valerie Rumfelt
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The Leaves are Turning

As I scrolled my Facebook newsfeed this morning, I saw two posts of this year’s season from a New England friend. She had shared a picture of a parkway lined with vividly colored trees. Another post from a Mississippi friend and a view of some trees in the background with a bit of fall color on them. But at the forefront of the picture were rose and azalea bushes blooming. She marveled at the Mississippi Fall as she called it.


Yesterday, I went to visit my mother at the assisted living. As I pulled into the parking lot, I was pleasantly surprised by the color of the trees and the surrounding neighborhood trees. The colorful scenery inspired my mother. We went on a stroll outside when I greeted her. Soon, we ventured out onto the property to admire the beauty of creation.

I pointed out the color of the trees, but my mother struggled to make out their colors. Her limited vision was blurring it, but I soon realized she had found another way to make our outing worthwhile. She could see the ground and make out the shapes of the leaves against the asphalt, indicating that a particular function of her sight was intact.

After that, we began collecting leaves, and she could see the color of each of those leaves better. Posing with mums and pumpkins outside concluded our time together. Later, we strolled inside the elegantly decorated lobby. Yes, the leaves are turning!

Mississippi certainly is not void of beauty, and I would not want you to get that idea. This time of year can hold a variety of temperatures, and sometimes the flower bushes bloom again. We have a gardenia bush that is blooming now. While it may seem strange, we can take in the peculiar timing and embrace the beauty. We get excited a jacket or coat is needed as we head outside. We enjoy hot chocolate, the first fire in the fireplace, and roasted marshmallows. Let’s not forget the abundance of fall festivals in most communities.

Knowing the cooler temps may not last or that a storm may come and rip the leaves to the ground, we appreciate the little joys. No matter what Fall or Autumn is doing in your area, each day is important and worthy of not just observing but living.

©Valerie Rumfelt


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Amazing Fall or Ultimate Autumn?

The weather is finally getting cooler here in Mississippi. It’s October, the State Fair is in town, and cooler temperatures are welcome. We lived in Rhode Island and Canada for 12 years. The four seasons were expected, and we indeed enjoyed waiting for them. Anticipating a season, living in the season, and watching the next one unfold made the passage of time vivid and distinct.

Autumn, as it deserves to be called in that region of the country, was spectacular.

Autumn in New England – no filter

Now we find ourselves back in Mississippi and only see pictures on social media of foliage along the East coast.
Living in the region each year amazed us with the bright trees. I imagine God took out a brand new box of crayons year after year to color each leaf! God needs no filter; living color is unadulterated.
Those years watching the Autumn parade of glorious color were intensely enjoyable. Just being around this exclamation of God’s creation was something we looked forward to. Undoubtedly, one could never get used to it! We appreciated it as deeply as our souls would allow us.

I wonder, how can anyone look at the vivid brightness of color and not respond in worship? Who else but God could order a tree to produce such a dazzling glow?

Usually, it was a storm that ended all this brilliance. Strong winds would blow, and each leaf would stray from the strong branches and swirl to the ground.

Now in Mississippi, we have to look a little more intentionally, but you can see a few trees coloring if you look for it. The ground is covered in crunchy leaves, and soft breezes usher in the season. The ground is covered,  and gentle breezes blow to usher in the season. There are, of course, certain places like the Natchez Trace that have some color all in one place.
Spider webs mysteriously appear and multiply, and their intricate designs are worthy to behold. The color of the skies in October is outstanding. My husband calls it October blue. The light shining through the trees can be a photographer’s thrill.
The colors, shapes, and textures of the gourds on display at the grocery store capture my attention every year. And white has come on the scene as an added pumpkin color. Well, if it’s possible to make a pumpkin elegant, that color certainly does it.

Then there are the chilly mornings like this one that cause you to stand in front of your closet a little longer to find that vest from last year or a softer shirt to throw on.
Fall in Mississippi has beauty unique to the region. For me, the Northeast has Autumn. Mississippi has fall.
The transition from the intense summer blaze to the soft, transitional cooling may not be as dramatic as the Northeast region of the US, but Mississippi has its own markers. Football and hot chocolate, that first chilly morning, church fall festivals, flannel shirts, an evening at the fair, or a hike at a state park all mark the season. Maybe you’ve seen some lovely fall colors, or you have an activity you do this time of year. Let’s not miss one day. Whether you call it fall or Autumn, there’s no doubt there is a Creator God who engineers the timing of this gentle, cooler season that begs for a change of activity to warm our hearts. 

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L.M. Montgomery said, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

©Valerie Rumfelt

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The first R

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It was a number of years ago when making a Pinterest board when “it’s all about the R” came to be. There are a number of fanciful and creative ways any letter is written. My board for R’s is filled regularly. With all the choices of fonts now, you too may love the way your initials look in certain script. Years later when thinking of a name for this blog, that title for the Pinterest board came to mind. Starting this blog seems like the time to tell you about the first R.

By the time of my birth, both my parents had accepted Christ. By that I do mean that both parents had come to saving faith in Christ Jesus. They prayed their children would know Him one day too.

My day came at 7 years old. It’s a dim but notable memory. The memory has me at home. It seemed suddenly, (but more time may have crept by), when my mind began to think about dying. Then it began to think about my family. My sisters had already accepted Jesus and the thought of dying caused a desperation and urgency to enter in my soul. An awareness gripped me that in my present state, Heaven wasn’t where I’d go if I’d died. Worse than that thought was the one of me going to Hell!

I began to understand being with my family and Jesus in heaven was my desire. This led me to go tell my mother of my desire of wanting to accept Jesus into my heart. She moved very quickly finishing what she was doing. Soon, she, and my dad and I were hovered in front of the living room sofa all on our knees. I would repeat after them and ask Jesus to come live in my heart.

I don’t remember my baptism. That alone makes me grateful that baptism, although important, does not save you. That salvation day, my Redeemer came to live inside my heart.

To this day my understanding of that transaction leaves me in awe and is baffling to me at times.

Regretfully, it is sad that although I joined Him on my life journey that day, at some point in college, I chose a road that He didn’t choose for me. That fact also makes me grateful that my salvation was secure that day at the age of 7, and my name was and is written in the palm of His hand. We can say “no daddy” and walk off, but He never leaves us. Since my return back to Him, I’ve never let go.

Redeemer is a word that implies taking my place and in the dictionary the name Jesus Christ is actually the example given. How wonderful! He purchased my salvation, my deliverance from sin, and my freedom by dying on the cross for me.

So, do you have a spiritual birthday? In John 3:4, Nicodemus is talking to Jesus, “How can someone be born when they are old?” Nicodemus asked. “Surely they cannot enter a second time into their mother’s womb to be born!” Jesus answered, “Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit.”

There’s an old hymn by Fanny Crosby entitled, Redeemed. Some of its lyrics so lovely…

Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
His child and forever I am.

Nicole C. Mullen wrote the song Redeemer where she fervently claims her Redeemer lives and that she talked with Him this morning.

That’s the Redeemer I know and He is my most important R.

(c)Valerie Rumfelt

Why a blog…

I’ve waited most of my life to write with any intentionality. Never recognizing the God given gift, I only wrote when inspired and generally, it took the form of poetry. There’s certainly nothing wrong with poetry, but this blog hopefully will be writing, not verse or ballad, but a more articulate style, embracing writing. Occasionally, a poem may appear. It’s been a long time coming, the intentionality for writing. Years of timidity, denying the gift, not understanding how to use it prevailed. Thankfully, through a series of circumstances, I’ve understood it’s time to start a blog. Perhaps you will read about some of those twists and turns. The purpose of this blog is to offer helps to the Christian. I’m a believer of Christian disciplines and living a life of faithful witness to a lost world. Sometimes there may be personal stories and other times an explanation of a practice which makes my life richer.It is fun to launch this blog and see where God takes it. A true writer will write even when no one is reading. That just means I enjoy writing. But having readers would be my joy. My photos are mostly from my Iphone, a few are my husbands, a very few from a free website. I do hope you will let me know that you dropped by and please share my posts with your friends. My desire is that something you read here will benefit you and bring glory to my Savior.
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