In His Presence

In His Presence

I would never call myself a poet. However, every so often, God stirs my heart to write a poem. Usually I write them in response to either heartache for our broken world or praise for our glorious God – or both. I wrote this poem about five years ago while...
Engraved In The Palms of His Hands

Engraved In The Palms of His Hands

Good Friday is upon us. A time when we are reminded that we live in a hurting world. A world where Christians are persecuted and imprisoned for their faith. Where children and adults are enslaved in human trafficking. Where innumerable little ones are lost to abortion...
A Mother’s Hope

A Mother’s Hope

Last week I shared a poem called, A Mother’s Lament, a Psalm-styled poem expressing my grief over the child I lost to abortion so many years ago. This week, I want to share the counterpart to that poem, A Mother’s Hope. Unlike the lament, this poem...
A Mother’s Lament

A Mother’s Lament

Thirty-five years ago, I lost my only child to abortion. When I read of the increasing “celebration” of abortion in our world today, I am so grieved that I simply have no words. But then I remember a time when God did give me words, soul-searching words of grief for...

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