Adopted!

Bishop Wahome of Kenya’s African Inland Church smiled while describing his newly adopted son. He learned of fostering and adoption through his time visiting in Texas. His joy and love for his newly adopted son reflects the joy God experienced when He adopted me as an eight-year-old little girl.

When God Reshapes my Heart

A biblical passage in the Old Testament triggers a somber memory: The Lord your God will circumcise your heart and the hearts of your descendants…. (Deuteronomy 30:6a). I wince as I recall holding my newborn sons during their circumcisions. Those mental images confirm that circumcision of my heart will involve pain as God removes anything that prevents Him from claiming first place.

God is Able

Bits of my tattered prayer journal’s cover stick to my hands after holding it. The yellowed pages identify needs of those dearest to me. It also contains various prayers I turn to when my own words fail to express my heart.

In Christ?

I occasionally wear my father’s WWII ID bracelet. He wore it as a pilot and, tragically, as a prisoner of war. When reading Paul’s words of Christians being “in” Christ, I glanced at the I.D. bracelet and reflected on Dad’s time “in” a guarded compound—a very different experience from being “in Christ.”

You Mad, Bro?

As “little Christs,” we are called to love others, but love does not mean allowing toxic influences to shape our lives. Proverbs 22:24-25 warns us about the dangers of close association with people who are ruled by anger. Their temper can become a snare, pulling us into patterns of frustration, bitterness, or even sin. That is why setting healthy boundaries is not just wise—it’s biblical.

Yoked

In rural Africa, farmers often guide yoked steers to market, their strength combined to pull heavy loads over long distances. These animals must be well-matched in size and strength, moving in unity under the farmer’s direction. If one steer pulls too fast or the other lags behind, the journey becomes difficult, and the load wobbles. But when they work together, guided by their master, they accomplish their purpose with far greater ease.

March Madness

Paul’s words in Philippians 4:9 remind us that faith is much the same. It’s not just about

knowing Scripture or listening to sermons; it’s about putting what we’ve learned into

action. Just as a basketball player must apply their training in real-game situations, we

are called to live out our faith in daily life—showing kindness, practicing patience, and

standing firm in truth.

Banana Bread

No one enjoys the sight of a brown, overripe banana. In addition to appearing wasteful,

the texture changes, and the smell and flavor become overwhelming. However, with

some more ingredients and a little creativity, that seemingly useless banana can

become something that brings joy and nourishment—banana bread.

The Impact of Fear

In the picture above, Duke and I are on our daily walk. Normally Duke walks by my side. However, notice his leash is tight, and he has a cowardly position. Every morning when we walk by this certain home, Duke shifts to the center of the street, getting as far away from the house as possible. Something happened near this home that scared Duke. Out of fear, Duke has left my side.

Rescued from Emptiness

Duke, our labrador retriever, seldom retrieves a ball in our yard. However, the first time we took Duke to our land, he quickly found the pond and plunged in. Don threw a stick into the water. Duke immediately swam to the stick and brought it back. Duke retrieved the stick again and again and again. With his webbed feet, he is designed to swim and retrieve. He naturally does what he’s created to do.

Was I Following You, Lord?

My long-time ministry was ending. Following prolonged prayer, I believed God was guiding me to train my puppy, Duke, to be a Therapet. Therapet dogs, alongside their masters, visit schools, hospitals, and many other places. Training would require much time and hard work, but I was excited about this new ministry.

Chosen

I love dogs! Every dog we have owned has been my close companion. Therefore, when our 7-year-old Chocolate Lab died suddenly of a stroke, I was heartbroken. Two days later, Don noticed an advertisement in the newspaper for a litter of chocolate labs. Though I was still grieving, I decided to begin looking for a puppy.