A Weak Hand

God arms me with strength, and he makes my way perfect. Psalm 18:32 (NLT) My hand is so much better—I can even do my own hair. But I have no strength in it or the left hand, which has always been weaker. As a result, I cannot open bottles or jars, pry off lids (I...

A Foolish Request

Then the mother of James and John, the sons of Zebedee, came to Jesus with her sons. She knelt respectfully to ask a favor. “What is your request?” he asked. She replied, “In your Kingdom, please let my two sons sit in places of honor next to you,...

Wild Ride

It was a beautiful day for a trip. Our vacation with the kids and three grandgirlies had been wonderful and now we were all off to visit Granddad in Pasadena. We figured it would take about six hours to drive from the Bay Area to Southern California. As the hours...

Trials Yet Joy

My friend, Zoë Elmore, included in one of her devotions a poem that really struck a nerve with me. Her statement, “We grow spiritually only from and through the trials that arrive on our doorstep,” echoed my prayer this morning. There are still some...

Me? Adjust?

I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid. John 14:27 (NLT) When I was in the fifth grade, I fell and broke my right arm. For six weeks I had to do all my schoolwork...