Genesis Clouds moved in and darkness encircled me; the waters roared and wrecked my identity. Sorrow and despair would not let me be; anger and defeat besieged my soul weary. On every side, I saw nothing but waste in the abyss of resentment. Your Spirit hovered over my shriveling life. You spoke, light appeared—it held … Continue reading Genesis
Abba, Faithful God, Thank You In my defeat, you not only comfort me, But you pick up the broken pieces To create priceless beauty from the debris. You breathe your Spirit in my being; My everlasting God, you set me free, thank you. In my victory, I see your skillful hand Establish the course I … Continue reading Abba, Faithful God, Thank You
I Am His I am more a sinner than a saint. Yet the Father calls me righteous without restraint. Not because I have any merit, but because of the Lamb’s blood spilt on Calvary. O what is man that You are mindful of him? My heart is bursting with Your deep love, my King. How … Continue reading I Am His
My husband and I are fond of movies. If some couples take pleasure in running together, Jason and I relish our movie time together. One of our favorite genres to watch is crime and mystery. We like following the process of how mysteries are solved and how suspects are proven guilty or not guilty.
In a crime, before a suspect is convicted guilty, three things have to be present: means, motive, and opportunity. About a month ago, Jason preached a concept of living out the teachings of Jesus parallel to carrying out a crime. He asked, “If Christianity was illegal in Thailand, would there be enough evidence in our lives to convict us guilty of following Jesus?” He went on unpacking that question suggesting the means, the motive, and the opportunity before we can be found guilty of being Jesus’ followers.
He proposed in his message that our means for serving should be exercising our spiritual gifts. Our motive should be love. Our opportunity should be the freedom we have in Christ. Continue reading “A Poem: Do I Love You?”
My husband and I have been crazy busy in the last few days. Then, there’s the mysterious three days of not having any internet connection. Everyone else appeared to have it except us.
So this poem is a tad late for what I intended it for, but as the old cliché goes, “Better late than never.”
This is for my Mama and for all the Mamas out there, whether you are the biological or adoptive mother of your kids. Thank you for all that you have done, for all that you do, and for all that you are ready to do for us, your children. Continue reading “Mama: A Daughter’s Display of Love and Gratitude”
Father, for my husband I pray
For his wife,
Father, give her Your heart for him.
May she wait silently for You alone, for her expectation is from You.
Let her love release him to You, not try to take control.
Strip her of endless expectations for him to perform,
instead for love, grace, and mercy to thrive in her home.
Rouse her early in the day to speak of him to You;
let the beauty of her heart radiate the time she spent with You. Continue reading “Father, for my Husband I Pray”