Palm Sunday -- Our King has Come!

 

Oh, what a Savior. Oh, hallelujah!

Palm Sunday marks the beginning of Holy Week -- the grandest story ever told -- that started with a baby coming quietly into our world.

No spotlight. No royal announcement -- just a humble stable, a young mother, and a promise wrapped in swaddling clothes.

That baby grew into a man who healed the broken, restored the weary, touched the untouchable, and loved people like you and me.

And today, we celebrate His ride into Jerusalem.
Not on a war horse, but on a donkey.
Not with a crown of gold, but with a heart full of surrender.

The streets filled with voices shouting, “Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!” (Luke 19:38).

Palm branches waved. Hope filled the air. The people thought their King had come to take over.

This was no polished parade. It was a “ragtag” procession of ordinary people who had seen the extraordinary -- blind eyes opened, lame legs walking, lives forever changed. And they followed Him because they knew -- this is the One.

But Jesus knew something they didn’t.
The cheers would soon turn to silence.
The palms would give way to a cross.
The celebration would lead to sacrifice.

And still -- He came.
He came for the broken.
He came for the overlooked.
He came for the weary and the wondering.
He came for you and me.

This week, we choose to walk with Him -- from the praise of Palm Sunday to the pain of the cross -- and oh, best news ever -- to the victory of the empty tomb.

Because this isn’t just His story.
It’s ours.
We are His “Salvation Army” -- lifting His name, carrying His love, and sharing His hope with a world that needs Him so much.

So let's wave our palm branches, symbolically or actually waving palm branches to declare.....

Our King has come -- right into our hearts!
Oh what a Savior! Oh hallelujah!
Hosanna to our King of Kings and Lord of Lords!

Keep Your Eyes on the Ball

I heard the cutest dad story.
A father wanted to help his 7-year-old son with baseball. He’d taken him to practice, thrown pitches, done all the right things --but he admitted, “I don’t really know what to tell him!”

So he asked a friend. The answer?
“He’s seven. Just tell him one thing -- WATCH THE BALL!”
That’s it.

Apparently, that one simple instruction works for just about every sport when you’re seven.

Now, I wish I could say I mastered that concept myself.

Years ago, my sister-in-law and I took golf lessons. We swung with confidence -- and missed the ball completely. Or we’d hit it and it would roll about three feet. The instructor kept saying, “Keep your eyes on the ball!”

We tried. We really did.
But between laughing and talking, we decided golf might not be our calling. I think our instructor agreed with us! Sigh!

Then I saw a little T-ball player take that advice very literally. When the coach said, “Keep your eye on the ball,” the little guy leaned down and put his eye right on it! Precious.

And honestly -- not too far off from how we sometimes respond to life.

We hear what we’re supposed to do, but distractions pull us in every direction -- worries, frustrations, responsibilities, all competing for our attention.

And I can just picture our Heavenly Father gently taking our face in His hands and saying,
“Look at Me.
Focus on Me.
Keep your eyes on Me.”

Hebrews 12:2 reminds us:
“Fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith.”

Because when our focus drifts, our peace drifts right along with it.
But when we keep our eyes on Him?
Everything changes.
The noise quiets.
The worries soften.
And our steps steady.

So today, let’s keep it simple. Just like a 7-year-old learning the game -- keeping our eyes on the most important thing -- actually, the most important One -- that's Jesus.

Words That Matter Most

 

Good gracious -- I can’t stay quiet about this. Our words were never meant to wound, divide, or tear down. Yet that’s exactly what we’re surrounded by.

Everywhere we turn, there’s a barrage of harsh, careless, even cruel words -- words that stir fear, fuel division, and drain life right out of us.

While I am on the elliptical machine, I usually play sweet Christian worship songs on my iPhone. How uplifting it is!

And I can also grab a quick update on today's news. But yikes! Within seconds -- negativity, noise, and more noise.

Click. Off it goes!
I thought, “Well, that’s not how I’m starting my day.”
Because words matter.

They’re everywhere -- spoken, heard, posted, broadcast. Words fill our homes, our cars, our conversations, and yes -- our hearts.

And here’s the truth -- words have power.
They can lift a weary soul -- or weigh it down.
They can brighten a room -- or darken it in seconds.

God showed us just how powerful words are from the very beginning -- “Let there be light.” And there was light. Genesis 1:3

He created the world with words. And since we are made in His image -- we create with ours.

“The tongue has the power of life and death.” Proverbs 18:21

That’s quite a responsibility, isn’t it?
But oh, what an opportunity. Think about the words that bring life:
“I love you.”
“I’m proud of you.”
“You matter.”
“I forgive you.”
“This place is better because you’re here.”

Those words don’t cost a thing --
but they’re priceless to the one receiving them.

Jesus understood this so well.
With words, He calmed storms.
With words, He healed the sick.
With words, He multiplied loaves and fishes.
And with words, He called you and me into being.

So today, before the world gets too loud, let’s choose our words carefully.

Let’s be the ones who speak hope when others speak fear.
Peace when others speak chaos.
Kindness when others forget.

Because every word we speak plants something.
I don’t know about you -- but I want my words to grow life.

Our words carry more power than we think. 💛
Speak life. Speak hope. Speak words that matter most.

No Matter What — Praise Him Anyway

A.W. Tozer, often called a 20th-century prophet for his calls to a deeper spiritual life, emphasized intimacy with God. He once said, “If God takes away everything I have, I will love Him anyway.”

Now that’s a bold kind of faith. But let’s be honest -- it’s not always easy.

There are days when prayers feel unanswered, plans fall apart, and life doesn’t look anything like we imagined. In those moments, praise can feel like the last thing on our list.

Yet, it’s the very thing that lifts us. Praise isn’t just thanking God for what He’s done. It’s trusting Him for who He is.

And He is always good. But there are times when we complain and our spirits feel overwhelmed. And, the more we grumble, the heavier life feels. (I’ve tested that theory a time or two myself!

But something shifts when we choose praise.
Praise lightens the load.
Praise lifts our eyes.
Praise reminds our hearts that God is still in control.

I think about the ten lepers Jesus healed. Only one came back to say thank you. Only one.

And Jesus told him, “Your faith has made you well.” (Luke 17:19)

There’s a difference between being healed… and being whole.
And praise has a way of making us whole.

God isn’t just interested in granting our wishes -- He’s interested in drawing us close. His desire is relationship, not just results.

And here’s a truth the enemy hopes we never fully believe:
We are worthy of God’s love.
Not because we’ve earned it -- but because He freely gives it.

So when doubt and unbelief show up at our door -- let's not let that garbage talk -- talk us out of our blessings.

Instead -- let's ask boldly.
Let's trust fully.
And praise Him -- before, during, and after the answer.

Because when we choose praise -- no matter what -- we don’t just get through life -- we rise above it!

Sent with Confidence

 

Have you ever stopped to think that we are God's ambassadors?
Not someday. Not when we feel ready. Not when we’ve memorized enough Scripture or feel “qualified.” Right now!

“Therefore, we are Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making His appeal through us.” 2 Corinthians 5:20

That’s not a small assignment. But it’s also not a stressful one.

Sometimes we hesitate to share our faith because we think we need the perfect word or a polished presentation or the ability to “close the deal.”

Oh my -- that sounds exhausting!

The good news? God never asked us to be His salespeople.
He simply asks us to be witnesses.
And we don’t need megaphones or loud amplifiers to do that.

Most of the time, it looks like something much simpler -- and much more powerful -- just telling our story. Sharing how God has met us, changed us, carried us, and loved us through it all.

Letting others see the difference He’s made in our lives -- and gently saying, “I want that for you, too.”
Because here’s something beautiful -- people are already searching.

They may not say it out loud, but deep inside, they’re longing for peace, purpose, forgiveness, and hope. The very things Jesus offers so freely.

And many don’t even know what they believe. They try to make sense of life, but often feel confused, uncertain, even a little restless. But God is not a God of confusion.

“He is a God of peace.” 1 Corinthians 14:33

When we share Jesus, we’re not adding pressure -- we’re offering clarity.
We’re not arguing -- we’re inviting.
We’re not forcing -- we’re simply pointing.

And the truth? It speaks for itself.

“You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:32

So take a deep breath, my dear friends.
You don’t have to have all the answers.
You just have to be willing.

God has you in the palm of His mighty hands.
He will give you the words, the courage, and the opportunities.

All He asks is this:
Be available.
Be faithful.
Be confident in His love.
Because when you walk into a room -- you never walk in alone!

You are THE ONE sent and He is with you ALWAYS!

Patriotism at Its Finest

Some people hang a flag. Others -- raise a legacy.

On Saturday morning, March 21, something truly special unfolded at the home of our dear friend, Lucille Casner. This wasn’t just a flagpole dedication. This was a declaration -- of faith, freedom, and deep gratitude.

Now entering her 92nd year, Lucille Casner is still full of life, love and American spirit. The beloved founder of Casner Christian Academy held a flag-raising ceremony in her front yard to celebrate her birthday. She was surrounded by family, friends, my Carl, former Casner students and many veterans.

Lucille’s flag didn’t simply hang from the pole in her front yard, No, hers stood tall -- anchored firmly in the ground and stretching high above, as if reaching toward heaven itself.

Surrounding her driveway were smaller flags, each one whispering, “We remember. We honor. We are grateful.” And oh, how fitting that it all began with God.

Then came the moment -- the raising of the flag -- led by her children and grandchildren. Generations standing together, lifting high the symbol of our freedom.

John Harrison’s powerful voice rang out with “The Star-Spangled Banner,” and if there was ever a time to stand a little taller, that was it. They pledged allegiance -- not just out of habit, but from the heart. John sang Texas, Our Texas (because, well… we are in Texas 😊), and honored even more with the P.O.W. flag raising, with Ken Wallingford who was a Vietnam P.O.W.

With a closing benediction by Pastor Bill McGinnis and a warm reception to follow, it was more than an event. It was a moment.

Now here’s what makes Lucille shine even brighter.

She has not lost a husband or child in combat, though they did serve in combat. Her patriotism isn’t born from personal loss -- but from profound gratitude. A love for country. A respect for those who served. A recognition that freedom is never free.

Scripture reminds us:
“Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.” —Psalm 33:12

Lucille lives that truth. With honor. With dignity. With unwavering pride.

And here in Texas, we have a saying -- “Don’t Mess With Texas.”
Well, I’d say… don’t mess with Lucille either.

Because when it comes to loving her God, her country, and those who serve…she stands tall -- just like the flag! 🇺🇸

It sure inspired me seeing Lucille's love of her Country and appreciation for those who paid a hefty price for our freedoms. Her Star Spangled flag and her Texas flag will wave proudly.

Doesn't that make you and me want to step up our patriotism and love for our Country, too?

Where's God?

Remember those “Where’s Waldo?” books?

I still enjoy looking for Waldo -- even now. There he is somewhere in the middle of a crowded page, wearing his red-and-white stripes, quietly hiding in plain sight. We scan, we squint, we lean in just a little closer -- and then -- aha! We find him!

The creator promised he was always there. We just had to look.

Now, finding God isn’t exactly like finding Waldo -- but sometimes it can feel that way.

Life gets busy. Loud. Full. Our days fill up with appointments, errands, responsibilities -- and before we know it, we find ourselves asking, “Where’s God?”

The beautiful truth is this: He isn’t hiding. Through the prophet Jeremiah, God made a promise that still whispers to us today:
“You will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13

God isn’t lost in the crowd. He’s present in it.
He’s in the quiet nudge to pray.

The peace that settles our heart when everything else feels unsettled.
The kindness of a friend.
The beauty of a sunrise that stops us in our tracks.

We don’t have to search page after page to find Him.
But we do have to slow down.

Oh, how easy it is to get distracted. I’ve had moments where I’m so busy doing life that I forget to savor the One who gave me life.

And yet, God is so patient. He doesn’t throw up His hands and say, “Well, she missed Me again today.”

No -- He gently waits.
He draws us back.
He reminds us that He’s been there all along.

So maybe today, instead of asking, “Where’s God?”
Let's pause.
Let's breathe.
We look again -- with a heart that’s open and expectant.

And just like Waldo…we’ll discover He was never far away.

Famous First and Last Words

We’ve all heard the phrase “famous last words.”

Sometimes they’re funny. Sometimes they’re serious. Sometimes they’re the words we wish we could take back.

But lately I’ve been thinking -- what about our famous first AND last words?

When Jesus began His ministry, His FIRST words were simple and life-changing to those diverse group of men:
“Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” Matthew 4:19

And when He left this earth, His famous LAST words and message was just as clear:
“Go and make disciples of all nations.” Matthew 28:19

First words. Last words. And both were about people.
About reaching them. Loving them. Pointing them to hope.

Which makes me pause and ask myself:
"What do my words sound like when I enter or leave a room?"

Are they life-giving? Loving? Encouraging? Hope-filled?

The truth is, we don’t need a stage or a microphone to make an impact. Most of our “audience” is right in front of us -- family, friends, neighbors, even the person standing behind us in line at the grocery store.

And sometimes, all it takes is a simple sentence:
“I’m so glad to see you.”
“You’re doing better than you think.”
“God hasn’t forgotten you.”
"Oh the plans God has for you."
"What can I pray with you about?"

Those words may not seem like much -- but they carry eternity.

Because when we speak hope, we’re doing exactly what Jesus asked us to do -- we’re gently “fishing,” not with pressure, but with love.

So maybe today, we don’t worry about having the perfect speech.
Maybe we just choose our first words carefully.

Words that reflect our Lord's heart.
Words that lift someone up.
Words that leave a little trail of grace wherever we go.

Because one day, when all is said and done....
It may not be our last words that matter most.

It might be the first words we chose to speak -- again and again -- that pointed someone to Jesus.

Back to Life

Carl came to me holding his iPhone like it had just betrayed him.
“It's frozen,” he said.

Well now -- if there’s one thing I’m confident in, it’s at least trying to fix things. So I tapped, swiped, pressed, and even gave it that “this should work” look.

Nothing. Nada. That phone wasn’t budging.

Then I remembered AI -- followed a few simple steps -- and just like that -- the screen went black and the Apple logo appeared.

And suddenly everything came back to life. Whew!
Isn’t it funny how a little device can mirror our own lives?

There are days when we feel just like that phone -- frozen. Stuck. Worn out. Unresponsive. We try to push through, tap a few buttons, keep going -- but nothing seems to work.

And then comes the gentle reminder:
Maybe we don’t need more effort.
Maybe we just need a reset.

Sometimes it looks like:
-- a quiet moment with the Lord
-- a deep breath and a whispered prayer
-- a little rest -- maybe even a good nap
And slowly -- something shifts.

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He MAKES ME lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside still waters,
He restores my soul.” Psalm 23:1–3

Did you catch that? He restores.
Not by pushing us harder -- but by leading us to rest.

Even Jesus stepped away from the crowds to pray and be refreshed. If He needed that time, how much more do we?

Are you feeling a little frozen today?
God specializes in restoring weary hearts.
Sometimes all we need is a reset -- pause, pray, rest,
and trust that God knows exactly how to bring us back to life again!

Don't forget -- He often MAKES us lie down in green pastures!
And, oh, how sweet it is in those green pastures!

Our Olive Tree Journey

On Monday, a sweet gift showed up at our door.
That gift was my daughter, Staci, and bonus son, Larry.

Between warm conversations and a delightful dinner at a beautiful new Japanese restaurant, our hearts and tummies were full.

But this visit had purpose woven all through it -- time together, a walk through the Bullock Texas State History Museum (so amazing!), and an intentional drive to Dripping Springs. "What's in Dripping Springs/" -- you may ask!

Let's find out! Staci has been finishing her new book on healthy and whole living. Along the way, she found herself drawn -- almost unexplainably -- to the olive tree. Its beauty. Its meaning. Its quiet strength.

So she looked up where olive trees grow best.
The Mediterranean topped the list.
And right beneath it -- unknowingly, was Dripping Springs, Texas.

What a great surprise -- right here in our backyard -- so to speak!

So off we went, winding through those breathtaking Hill Country roads, the landscape stretching wide and welcoming. And there it was -- The Texas Hill Country Olive Company -- right near home.

We were enamored with the delicate aromas which enticed us to enjoy the food in the bistro -- a cafe with farm-to-table dishes, salads, flatbreads and sandwiches.

We had a delicious lunch, infused with olive oils and balsamic vinegars, followed by a guided tasting and tour. But what stayed with me most wasn’t just the flavor…

It was the meaning that proved Staci's new book is right in when it comes to health and healing.

From the very beginning, the olive tree has symbolized peace and new beginnings. After the flood, a dove returned to Noah with an olive leaf—a quiet whisper that life had begun again. (Genesis 8:11)

The olive tree grows slowly, but it grows strong. Scripture compares it to a righteous life -- rooted, flourishing, and fruitful. (Psalm 52:8)

And then there’s the oil.

Used to anoint kings and priests, olive oil represents the presence and power of the Holy Spirit. A gentle reminder that God’s strength doesn’t come from our striving, but from His Spirit working within us.

Even the pressing has meaning.

In Gethsemane -- “the olive press” -- Jesus was pressed, surrendered, and obedient....so His life could be poured out for us. Oh, what love. Oh, what a Savior. Oh, hallelujah!

What began as a simple drive became a quiet reminder: God plants meaning in our lives long before we recognize it.

And sometimes, the sweetest blessings are found closer than we ever imagined -- shared with family, discovered in His creation, and tasted in the goodness of the Lord.

God plants beauty, purpose, and peace in places we least expect sometimes right in our own backyard.

The Great Rectifier

I had one of those eye-opening moments that made me stop and ponder the lesson I learned.

I realized how easily my emotions can get tangled up. One minute I'm calm and collected, and the next minute my feelings are marching in like they own the place.

And if I’m being honest, sometimes I really want things to go my way. But here’s the question I’ve been asking myself lately. "Do I really need it to be my way -- or can I trust God to have His way?

That little question has been surprisingly helpful.

Because the truth is, God is the great Rectifier. He sees what I can’t see and knows how to work things out far better than I ever could.

When I get upset or frustrated, I’ve started asking myself a few honest questions:
Are these feelings helping me -- or hurting me?
Are they making my light shine brighter -- or dimmer?

Sometimes those feelings seem perfectly natural. But natural doesn’t always mean helpful.

There have been moments when I’ve thought I was being taken advantage of. Maybe you’ve felt that way too. But when I pause long enough to think about it, I realize something important.

Being right doesn’t always make things right.
And reacting with frustration usually just makes us defensive.

Managing my emotions is what I call a “big-girl discipline.” It’s choosing to respond in a way that reflects the heart of Christ -- even when my feelings want to take the wheel.

The Apostle Peter said it beautifully:
“From now on, you must live the rest of your earthly lives controlled by God’s will and not by human desires.” 1 Peter 4:2
(Ouch! And, oh me!)

And if Jesus Himself could pray: “Father -- not my will, but Yours be done.” Luke 22:42 -- then surely I can learn to do the same.

When we defer to God’s will, something wonderful happens. Our peace returns, our witness shines brighter, and our Heavenly Father smiles.

And that, my friends, is a victory for Him -- and a blessing for us!
So, please, Lord, give us your heart that's filled with love and make us more like you!

Keep Climbing!

Once upon a time my knees decided they needed a little….. encouragement.

So I started wearing knee braces. At first they were stiff, then slippery, then downright uncooperative. But eventually I found a pair that works beautifully when I’m walking, working out, or gliding along on the elliptical.

What a relief!

Last year Carl and I traveled to Cabo San Lucas, one of my favorite places on earth. High above the coastline sits a beautiful mountain with a lighthouse and a tiny chapel at the top. I’ve climbed it before with my grandson, and the view from the top is breathtaking.

Naturally, I was determined Carl and I would climb it together.

So I visited my orthopedic doctor who kindly offered steroid shots so my knees would cooperate. The shots were supposed to last three months.

That was a year ago. Thank You, Lord!

And yes -- this smart cookie still wears her knee braces.
But here’s the funny part.
We never climbed the mountain.

Turns out the area is now exclusive to another resort. No visitors allowed. The mountain that had been on my mind for months was suddenly off-limits.

Life can be like that sometimes. We make plans, lace up our hiking boots, and then the path we expected disappears.
Which makes me think about another mountain.

When Jesus took Peter, James, and John up the mountain, they witnessed something extraordinary. His glory shone before them in what we now call the Transfiguration.

It was a breathtaking mountaintop moment.
But they couldn’t stay there.

Mountaintops are wonderful places for revelation, but valleys are where life is lived. After the glory of the mountain, the disciples had to walk back down and continue the everyday work of following Jesus.

And so do we.

Some days feel like standing on a sunlit summit with the wind in our hair and joy in our heart.

Other days feel like the long trail down.
But here’s the good news: Jesus walks both places with us.

So whether we're climbing, resting, or wondering why the trail suddenly closed…let's keep moving onward and forward!

The view with Jesus is always a sweet spot -- whether it's walking, talking, climbing or living on the mountain top OR the valley -- He is always with us!

It’s More Than Green

Every year -- March 17th -- the world turns green. There are parades, shamrocks, and cheerful greetings of “Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”

But behind the festivities stands a godly man whose life was far more powerful than a parade.

Saint Patrick was not born in Ireland. As a teenager, he was kidnapped from his home in Britain and taken to Ireland as a slave.

For six long years he worked as a shepherd, alone on the hillsides.
And it was there -- in the quiet fields -- that something remarkable happened.

Patrick found God.

He began to pray constantly. The young captive who once knew little about faith suddenly discovered a deep dependence on the Lord. In time, Patrick escaped and returned home.

But God wasn’t finished with him yet.

Years later, Patrick did something that still amazes historians. He went back to the very land where he had once been enslaved.

Not with bitterness.
Not with revenge.
He returned with the love of Christ.

Patrick spent the rest of his life telling the people of Ireland about Jesus. Tradition says he used a simple shamrock to explain the Trinity -- Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Thousands came to faith because one man chose obedience over comfort.

That’s the real story of St. Patrick’s Day. Not luck. Not leprechauns. But surrender.

Patrick’s life quietly asks us these question:
What would happen if we lived our faith out loud?
What if we forgave those who hurt us?
What if we loved people who were different from us?
What if we stepped into uncomfortable places to usher in Christ?

2 Corinthians 5:20 says “We are Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making His appeal through us.”

Ambassadors don’t hide their allegiance. They represent their King. May we represent our King – our Savior and Lord!

So, go ahead and wear your green if you’d like. Enjoy the celebration. Smile at the parades. But remember the shepherd boy who became a servant of God.

And perhaps the best way to celebrate St. Patrick is his Breastplate Prayer that we hold to -- Christ before us, behind us, above us and within us.

Christ before me — guiding the path
Christ behind me — covering what I’ve left behind
Christ above me — reigning in authority
Christ within me — living through me every day

#saintpatricksday #breastplate #AmbassadorsForChrist

Shhh! It’s a Secret!

I’ll confess something right up front.
I’m not very good at keeping secrets.

Oh, I try. But give me a delightful surprise -- like a party, a gift, or some exciting news -- and it practically bubbles right out of me. I’ve been known to accidentally spill the beans about a surprise party before the candles were even lit.

And if I’m being really honest, I may have been the kid who quietly opened my Christmas presents early -- then carefully rewrapped them so my mom wouldn’t know.

So when I read the story about the people Jesus healed who couldn’t keep quiet, I completely understand.

After Jesus healed a deaf man, the Bible says:
“He ordered them not to tell anyone. But the more He ordered them not to, the more they proclaimed it.” (Mark 7:36)

I suspect I would have been right there with them.

Sometimes Jesus asked people to stay quiet because crowds could misunderstand His mission. If word spread too quickly, people might chase the miracles instead of the message.

And yet, when the leper Jesus healed told everyone what had happened, the crowds became so large that Jesus “could no longer enter a town openly.” (Mark 1:45)

Even so, Jesus moved quietly and faithfully toward the greater miracle still to come. He knew the real moment for the news to break would arrive soon enough.

In less than two weeks, we’ll enter Holy Week -- the story of the cross, the empty tomb, and the greatest victory the world has ever known.

And here’s the wonderful part -- the secret is out.

Because of the resurrection, we are no longer asked to keep quiet. We are witnesses to the finished work of God’s salvation.

So if you’re like me -- an awkward secret-keeper -- this is one secret we're allowed to share.

In fact, we’re encouraged to shout it from the rooftops.
Or in my case… maybe from social media.

JESUS HEALS!!
JESUS SAVES!!
JESUS LIVES!!

It's simply too good to keep to ourselves!

Oh, dear Lord, bless those around the world who must still whisper Your name in secret. Give them courage, protection, and hope.

As for me…I’m grateful this is one secret I can tell!

#secret #secretkeeper #HeLives #SecretIsOut

Along with the Sunshine -- Comes a Little Rain

I heard it said that "Bad things happen -- how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life.” Amen to that!

Some days feel like heaven is pouring out blessings. The weather is perfect, the phone rings with good news, and every traffic light seems to turn green just as we arrive. It makes me want to shout: "Dear Lord, please give us more days like this!'

Then there are the other days when clouds roll in. Plans fall apart. Storms arrive without an invitation.

And, some days we get both -- sunshine AND showers.

Years ago, country singer Lynn Anderson made the song "Rose Garden" famous with these words: “I beg your pardon -- I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine, there’s got to be a little rain sometimes.”

And -- iIsn’t that the truth?

When we read the writings of Paul the Apostle, we discover he understood a few rainstorms himself. Shipwrecks, prison cells, hardships -- yet he spoke often about peace. Real peace.

The kind that doesn’t disappear when the sky grows dark.

Paul even said something surprising in Romans 5:3-5:

“We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, endurance produces character, and character produces hope.”

Paul wasn’t suggesting we throw a parade when trouble knocks on our door. What he meant was this -- the rain in our lives isn’t wasted. God uses it.

A little rain strengthens our roots. It deepens our faith. It grows a hope that sunshine alone could never produce.

And here’s the best part. When the clouds gather, we are never standing in the storm alone.

God promised He would never leave us or forsake us. His love is poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, giving us patience, endurance, and a hope that will never disappoint.

So when life feels stormy, remember this -- the rain doesn’t last forever.

Soon -- the clouds part, the sun peeks through, and before long we may find ourselves humming another old song......

“I’m walking on sunshine… and don’t it feel good!”

How Beautiful are YOUR Feet?

Let’s be honest. Feet aren’t exactly the stars of the show.

Most of us tuck them into shoes, hide them under socks, or hope nobody notices them at the pool. Some feet are knobby, some are crooked, and some look like they’ve walked on gravel roads.

But God sees something different.

The prophet Isaiah wrote, “How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news.” (Isaiah 52:7)

Beautiful feet? Really?
Apparently, heaven isn’t impressed with pedicures -- heaven is impressed with purpose.

Feet become beautiful when they carry good news.
Those feet might belong to the neighbor walking across the street with a warm casserole.

Or the volunteer stepping through the doors of a community center to serve families in need. Or the friend who quietly walks beside someone in a hard season and reminds them that God hasn’t forgotten them.

Those are beautiful feet.
The battle belongs to the Lord. The message belongs to us.

So what do we do?

We walk.
We carry peace.
We deliver hope.
We bring good news.

Paul echoed Isaiah when he wrote, “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news.” (Romans 10:15).

God doesn’t need perfect feet. He just needs willing ones.

Feet that step toward someone who feels alone.
Feet that walk into a room carrying kindness instead of criticism.
Feet that move toward opportunities to share the hope we’ve found in Christ.

So today, before we slip on our shoes, take a moment and smile.
Those feet of ours? They may not belong on a magazine cover.

But in God’s eyes, when they carry His love into the world --
they’re absolutely beautiful.

Our feet may not win beauty awards -- but when they carry hope, kindness, and the good news of Christ, heaven calls them beautiful.

Today, let's make our steps bring peace wherever you go.

#beautifulfeet #goodfeet #MYPEACEZONE

Facing Forward in a Changing World

March in Texas is in a season of change.

One day the wind roars like a lion. The next day the air turns gentle as a lamb. Trees bud, skies brighten, and the earth seems to whisper, “Something new is coming.”

But lately, the changes we see in the world feel heavier than spring breezes.

News headlines bring reports of conflict, uncertainty, and heartbreaking loss — including brave American soldiers who have paid the ultimate price for our freedom.

Their sacrifice reminds us that freedom is never cheap and courage never goes unnoticed by God.

Still, in the middle of all this change, one truth stands firm.

God does not change!
“For I the Lord do not change.” (Malachi 3:6)
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.” (Hebrews 13:8)

Everything around us may shift -- economies, weather, leaders, and world events -- but the character of God remains steady.

And because He never changes, we can face forward without fear.

The prophet Isaiah shared a powerful promise from God:
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing!” (Isaiah 43:18–19)

A new thing. Not a recycled plan. Not a tired solution. A fresh move of God — even in wilderness places.

History reminds us that God often works His greatest miracles when circumstances look impossible. A young shepherd defeated Goliath. Joshua watched the Jordan River part. Gideon’s tiny army changed the course of a battle.

God has always been writing unlikely victories.

So when the news feels heavy and the future uncertain, we remember something important:

We may not know which chapter of history we’re living in, but we do know how the story ends.

God is still on the throne.
His purposes are still unfolding.
And His glory will still fill the earth.

So we pray. We trust. We keep moving forward.

Because the God who never changes is still making a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.

And that, dear friends, is reason to never give up.

Complain and Remain -- Praise and Be Raised

After a most beautiful Italian Tea Party last Sunday -- I was thinking about the wonderful women who put their hearts, souls and bodies in making the event so special for our ladies.

There were lovely decorations, meaningful testimonies, laughter, worship, and fellowship that warmed the heart.

No sooner than I expressed my heartfelt appreciation and love for all the women who served so beautifully, a friend had another lingering observation. She didn't think the food was up to par.
That was it. Out of the entire evening — the music, the encouragement, the stories of God’s goodness — the handcrafted plates of food by women working tirelessly to do their best to please each women there.

And I had to chuckle. I thought the food was delicious.

Isn’t it funny how easy it is for the human heart to zoom in on the one imperfect detail while overlooking the ninety-nine blessings surrounding it?

The Bible gently warns us about that tendency --
“Do everything without complaining or arguing.” — Philippians 2:14

Complaining has a way of keeping us stuck. The Israelites discovered that during their wilderness wanderings. A journey that should have taken eleven days stretched into forty years. Why?

Because they complained -- and remained.
But praise has a different effect.

Praise lifts our eyes. Praise changes our perspective. Praise reminds us that even when life isn’t perfect, God is still good.

I learned that lesson early in life. My daddy was often too sick to work, and my mama carried the weight of providing for our little family. Yet I rarely heard her complain. Instead, she sang. She prayed. She praised.

For years, we were avid listeners of Zig Ziglar, who loved to say that attitude determines altitude.

Perspective matters.

Now, I’m not suggesting we ignore real struggles or pretend life is always sunshine and roses. But we do have a choice about what voice we amplify — the whisper of gratitude or the loudspeaker of complaint.

Psalm 34:1 says, “I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.”

When praise rises, hope rises with it.

So here’s a simple reminder for all of us:
Complain… and remain.
Praise… and be raised.

Let's be joy-filled and praise-filled and maybe put a snack in our pocket -- just in case the meal isn't up to par!

Woven Together in Love

Last Sunday afternoon, over 400 beautiful women gathered together for an Italian Tea Party. Doesn't that sound inviting?

Some gatherings are pleasant.
Others feel like heaven quietly slipped into the room.

That’s how it felt at our recent Italian gathering at our church.
We could see love before we even sat down.

First -- there was the wall covered with 450 hand-made name tags that greeted us — each one carefully crafted by a precious woman who poured her heart into the project.

Nearby stood a painted Italian doorway with the word “Aperto” — Open. And truly, everything about the evening felt open -- open hearts, open conversations, open hands ready to serve.

Tables for eight were beautifully arranged with fine china, lush centerpieces, and little gifts for each guest. Women had lovingly decorated every table as if preparing for honored guests.

And we were. We were/are daughters of the King. And His presence was felt by all.

We sipped tea from delicate cups, enjoyed scones and Italian touches, and then moved into the sanctuary where we celebrated stories of several precious women.

One young mother shared how she nearly collapsed under the weight of her newborn in the NICU and mistakes made along the way. Yet two women stepped beside her — offering wisdom, comfort, and prayer.

Today that same young mom (and her baby) are thriving -- and her cookie and pastry business is flourishing.

Another woman told of mentoring a younger friend — only to discover they both needed each other.

One brave gal confessed she hadn’t stepped inside a church in 22 years, but through the love of women here, she found her way back home.

As we sang worship songs, two women lifted their voices while another quietly wove a tapestry with cloth strips across a board.
Thread by thread.
Story by story.
Heart by heart.

“Above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect unity.” (Colossians 3:14)

We saw God's love in action -- right before our eyes.
God’s girls — woven together in love.

And when He does the weaving, the tapestry becomes something far more beautiful than any one thread could do alone. It is such a blessing to be woven together in love, encouragement, in prayer and in support.

Perhaps God is nudging you to become one who has a story and is willing to share it. Your story may change someone's life, too!

Sacred, Quiet Moments

I've been pondering -- other than holding hands with my sweetheart, I’m not much for PDA -- public displays of affection. I get a little uncomfortable when couples forget they’re in public and turn the grocery aisle into a romance novel.

Some things are just too precious for the spotlight. And In a similar way, some of the sweetest moments in my life with God are the quiet ones -- moments that don’t need an audience.

Just Him and me.

Those are the times when I unload the clutter in my heart. My worries, my weaknesses, my questions. The One who knows me better than I know myself listens patiently as I sort through it all.

Our relationship with God is the most tangible love story we’ll ever experience, even though we can’t see Him with our eyes or touch Him with our hands.

And the beautiful thing?
We don’t have to tweet about it, post about it, or livestream it.
We simply get to savor it.

Jesus once said, “When you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father who is unseen.” (Matthew 6:6)

I love that picture. Close the door. Quiet the noise. No applause needed.

Sometimes my prayer time is sitting on the sofa embracing His words while I know He is embracing mine. Sometimes it’s while folding laundry. But He meets me every time.

He hears the whispered prayers.
He understands the silent tears.
He welcomes the gratitude that bubbles up when I remember just how good He’s been.

Public worship is amazing! Singing in church with hands lifted high is a beautiful thing.

But the hidden moments -- the quiet conversations no one else sees -- those are where intimacy grows.

“Your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” (Matthew 6:6) Oh, I love that. The rewards?

Peace in the storm.
Faith when hope seems lost.
Love beyond description.
The is what being close to our Savior looks like.

Not performance.
Not perfection.
Just honest fellowship with the One who gave everything for us.

And honestly -- what better place could there be than the quiet presence of God Who loves us completely?

Sometimes the most powerful love stories happen behind a closed door. And, oh what a LOVE STORY it is with our Savior!

Construction Zones of the Heart

 

Carl and I just returned from East Texas after spending a few beautiful days at Epiphany Ranch. But if you’ve driven the highways between Alto and Austin lately, you know something about that trip.

Construction zones. Everywhere.

Every few miles we ran into orange cones, blinking signs, and long lines of cars waiting patiently while road crews waved traffic through one lane at a time. At several points we sat there… engines idling… wondering if we’d ever move again.

Annoying? A little.

Necessary? Absolutely.

Those new roads will make travel smoother and safer. But in the moment, it’s hard to picture the finished product when all you see are cones and delays.

And somewhere between those construction zones, a thought hit me.

My heart looks a lot like that highway.

Piles of insecurities still need hauling away. Detours pop up when my attitude needs adjusting. Sometimes the Lord sets up a few orange cones to keep me from veering into places I shouldn’t go.

Ever feel that way?

“Why am I still struggling with this?”
“Why does this bother me?”
“Why isn’t progress faster?”

The apostle John once wrote to believers who felt the same frustration. He reminded them:

“Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known… but when Christ appears, we shall be like Him.”
(1 John 3:2)

In other words — the work isn’t finished yet.

When we first trust Christ, we are instantly forgiven and welcomed into God’s family. But the process of becoming more like Him takes time. It’s a renovation project of the soul.

Loose translation? Our hearts are under construction.

The good news is we’re not managing the job site alone. God has given us the Holy Spirit as our divine Project Manager.

“Walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh.”
(Galatians 5:16)

He directs the work. He moves the cones. He keeps us heading the right way.

So if your life feels like a construction zone right now, don’t lose heart.

Progress is happening.

And one day, when we finally see our Father face to face, the cones will disappear… the road will be smooth… and the project will be complete.

Until then, drive slowly.

God is still working. 🚧💛