Are You Recession Proof? - Sue Falcone

“No servant can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.” Luke 16:13 NIV

Finances are quite the topic of 2009, aren’t they? From the world scene to our own country, it would seem everything we have known is coming to an end, simply because of money.

Did you know money is mentioned in the Bible over 800 times? God is very clear on His view of its use. So what are we really dealing with in today’s situations of life?

Could it be that for too long we have been attempting to serve two masters? Is now the time we are coming face to face with that reality?

Several years ago my husband and I realized we were in bondage to debt and sought to get out. In the beginning, it was not easy, because God’s plan to do so involved us thinking differently than the rest of the world system.

We found God’s order of priority for the use of money is to:

Give
Save
Spend

Not quite what we are used to is it? We love to give, but then when an emergency came we would have to extend our debt to meet our needs. We were on a constant merry-go-round. That allowed other areas to become unbalanced as well.

But I am glad we listened and studied closely what God has to tell us about money. We are now debt free and have learned to live on less than we earn, so giving and saving can come first. That protected us against the current situations, and it is a joy and honor to be able to encourage others to begin now to see God’s plan for their finances and manage it His way over the world’s.

Today I ask, who are you serving? There is only one Master, and now is the time to seek to serve only God.

Sue Falcone is a gifted speaker and teacher, and author of: The Lighthouse of Hope - A Day by Day Journey to Fear Free Living, published by WinePress Group. Learn more about Sue at: http://suefalcone.authorweblog.com . Sue is a graduate of Dale Carnegie and is a speaker for Stonecroft Ministries - Christian Women's Clubs.

The Spirit and Heart of Solitude - Tim Wade

“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6:21

It was a typical storybook romance. We fell in love from the moment we met, and for the next six months spent every spare minute of time together. We talked intimately about every subject imaginable, sharing both our joys and our sorrows. With each passing day we grew closer and closer together, forming a bond that we continue to share to this day. When I asked her to marry me, I knew I was asking my best friend to spend the rest of her life with me.

I have shared the tale of my storybook romance with hundreds, if not thousands of people. When I do, someone always smiles or laughs when I mention falling asleep on the telephone at 3:00 AM, or playing the “goodbye game” because neither person wants to be the first to hang up. Silly as it all may seem, every member of the audience who has ever fallen in love relates to the story in some way because they know what its like to lose sleep in the name of romance and intimacy.

And yet for some reason very few people in that audience can tell you what it feels like to fall in love with God. How can this be? How can two people willing to spend a lifetime together spend every waking moment getting to know each other, but spend almost no time with the Sovereign Lord with whom they expect to spend eternity?

But in all fairness, it’s more than just two people seeking a romantic interlude. It is career-minded men and women who spend hours at work chasing, money, power, even social status who would rather read a corporate report than read the Report of the Lord. It is children who play video games for hours on end, but are not taught to spend five minutes in prayer. And yes, it is also lovers who are willing to spend hours getting to know one another, but unwilling to spend ten minutes in solitude with God, getting to know Him in a way that is personal and intimate.

Take time to know the Father who already knows your heart intimately. There is great satisfaction in His love.

Tim Wade is married to Shannon and is the father of four daughters and one son. A former college pastor and current part time teacher of grades K5-12 in a private Christian school, Tim has a heart for kids, loves to teach the Bible, and has a passion for learning. Tim has degrees in Religion and Divinity and has written for DeeperDevotion Magazine, Focus on the Family’s Clubhouse Magazine, and is the author of TimWade.com (www.timwade.wordpress.com).

A Discerning Ear - Jane Hampton Cook

“Discretion will protect you, and understanding will guard you” Proverbs 2:11

Saratoga may have given Americans a victory, but Brandywine handed Philadelphia to General Howe, who turned a house on Second Street into his headquarters.

Howe soon learned Washington’s army was camped fourteen miles away at White Marsh. Although winter was approaching, this scavenger was not quite ready to rest in his nest. With the instincts of a vulture, Howe planned a surprise strike on Washington’s weary army.

Under Howe’s orders, a British officer walked across Second Street to the home of the Darrahs, known Quakers, on December 2, 1776. When Lydia Darrah answered the door, the officer asked if he could use her house that evening. Seeing no alternative, Lydia submitted. The British likely trusted the Darrahs because their Quaker religion “forbade them to practice the arts of war.” The American Quarterly Review published Lydia’s account years later.

“‘And be sure, Lydia,’ the officer concluded, ‘that your family are all in bed at an early hour. I shall expect you to attend to this request. When our guests are ready to leave the house, I will myself give you notice, that you may let us out,’” the Review reported.

Lydia felt an unexplained uneasiness when she escorted British officers to a parlor in her house that night. Like prey in the claws of a predator, she obeyed the officer’s order by closing the door, and retiring to her chamber down the hall. But she found it impossible to sleep.

“She became more and more uneasy, till her nervous restlessness amounted to absolute terror. Unable longer to resist the impulse—not of curiosity, but surely of a far higher feeling—she slid from the bed, and taking off her shoes, passed noiselessly from her chamber and along the entry.”

Emboldened with unexplained courage and discretion, Lydia approached the meeting room, put her ear up to the keyhole, and listened.

“A voice was heard reading a paper aloud. It was an order for the troops to quit the city on the night of the fourth, and march out to a secret attack upon the American army, then encamped at White Marsh.” She couldn’t have been more shocked had lightning struck her. Lydia crept back to her room and threw herself on her bed. Thousands of thoughts pulsed through her mind as she contemplated what she had heard. A few minutes later, the British officer knocked on her chamber door.

“She knew well what the signal meant, but took no heed. It was repeated, and more loudly; still she gave no answer. Again, and yet more loudly, the knocks were repeated; and then she rose quickly, and opened the door,” the article recounted. The officer ordered Lydia Darrah to escort them out of her house. After locking the door, the only sound this discreet Quaker could hear was the beating of her own heart.

PRAYER Lord, allow discretion to guide me today, to guard my heart and my tongue.

Best selling author and columnist Jane Hampton Cook, janecook.com, is known for making history both memorable and relevant to today's news, political events and issues of faith. A former webmaster for President George W. Bush (1998-03), Jane is the author of “Stories of Faith and Courage from the Revolutionary War,” a 365-day devotional chronicling the story of the nation's founding from the viewpoints of 20 key players.

Publisher: Living Ink Books
ISBN-10: 0-89957-042-9
©Jane Hampton Cook, used with permission.

Alight in the Dance - Dina Sleiman

Matthew 3:11-17 Acts 2:1-3 Revelation 22:17

My soul waits on the wind. Sweep down from on high,

from mountain peaks descend and through me—flow—

and I will watch the leaves enthralled in dance.

Inspired by your breath they’ll lightly swirl

through motions, smooth and soft, yet full of life,

enchanted by a spirit so divine.

Oh wind, lend me now your spirit so divine.

Alight me with your dance to soar on high.

Come pour in me your vast consuming life

and let my body now begin to flow

in your hands, on your breath, begin to swirl

and move. Delight, my soul, in the dance.

Like flames that glow and flicker I will dance

within a warming light that feels divine.

Those undulant, soft tongues, I’ve seen them swirl

as they are fanned, within the wind grow high,

and in the coals I’ve watched the molten flow

‘til I’m entranced by such intense and fiery life.

Oh fire, burn me now and fill me with your life

that so intensely moves into the dance.

Melt me until my body pours and flows

in rhythms at once earthy and divine,

and then my soul will fan and flame so high

that I’ll be lost within your rhythmic swirl.

Like rivers strong and coursing we will swirl:

those rivers that give power and bring life,

then vaporize and floating up so high

begin again—the clouds—the raindrop dance

to wash my upturned face. A gift divine,

so cool, so sweet, those rivulets will flow.

Oh rain, come now and wash me with your flow.

And under soothing showers, I will swirl,

and I will stretch my arms to your divine

touch upon my turned-up palms, feeling life,

feeling you, in a wild and watery dance.

What a rush. What transcendence. What a high!

So spirit, come and flow and grant me life

that sends my body swirling in the dance

filled with your divine presence from on high.

Dina Steiman holds a MA in Professional Writing from Regent University and a BA in Communications with a minor in English from Oral Roberts University. Over the past fourteen years she has taught college writing and literature, as well as high school and elementary classes in English, Humanities, and Fine Arts. A number of her poems have been published. Her poetry has been published in a number of anthologies and magazines including The Poetry Church, The Poet's Pen, and Focus Magazine. In 1994, Regent University received a Gold Circle Award for their publication of her poem, "Shadows on the Wall.”

It's Light Time - Jan Loy

“Come…let us walk in the light of the Lord.” Isaiah 2:5

While walking in my neighborhood one evening, darkness came sooner than I expected. All at once, I was walking on a familiar sidewalk, but in total darkness. I reassured myself knowing this was my regular morning walk route. Suddenly, I tripped and almost fell not seeing a bump in the sidewalk. Then a low hanging branch slapped my face. Things certainly became more complicated in the dark!

Up the hill, straight ahead were street lights. I quickly moved towards those lights. As I got closer, my vision improved. The bumps and cracks in the sidewalk were more distinct the trees were clearly visible. It was amazing what a difference light made in the journey!

The experience that night is similar to our journey in life. There are many times we walk through the routine, familiar things not expecting dark times. Yet those times come and suddenly, the way seems dangerous. We find ourselves tripping along, unable to see clearly. Fear and uncertainty mark the way.

During those times it is good to remember to head towards the Light. For in His light safety and clarity can be found. The Lord is always faithful to shine His light to illumine the way…we just need to walk in it!

I have found that His light provides:

• Direction
• Hope
• Encouragement
• Correction
• Strength

When we walk in His light, we learn to trust Him. We can set aside fears and enjoy the journey. Look for His light and walk in it today!

Jan Loy, a free lance writer and speaker is actively involved in guiding others to greater personal growth. Jan is the author of numerous life application Bible Study Guides as well as individualized coaching and mentoring programs. Jan is a co-facilitator with her husband, Rick in training opportunities addressing temperaments/personality styles and the dynamics of interpersonal relationships. Jan and Rick have been married for 34 years and have two married sons and one grandson.

Publisher: Lighthouse Publishing
ISBN: 978-0-9822065-1-5

Our GPS Guide - Polly Boyette

“For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end.” Psalms 48:14

My mother’s family is from North Carolina. A while back I had driven my mom down to visit her sister. On my return drive home to Virginia I stopped at one of my favorite places to eat, Parker’s Restaurant. I ordered a barbecue sandwich and a sweet iced tea to go.

When I got back to my car I popped in a teaching tape, unwrapped my barbecue sandwich and headed towards the exits for Interstate 95. I wheeled onto the interstate, turned up my tape and settled in for the three hour drive home.

After driving, eating and listening to my tape for a while a weird thought popped into my head.

If I were broken down beside the road and I needed to tell someone where I was, would I be able to tell them?

I had no idea why this thought suddenly invaded my head, but I decided to read the next road sign just to appease my brain. When the next sign came along it said "Smithfield, NC 25 miles."

“Smithfield?” I muttered with a mouth full of sandwich. “I’m supposed to be heading away from Smithfield.”

Then I noticed the sign said "Interstate 95 south."

“South?” I mumbled.

This was a big problem since I should have been headed north toward Virginia.

I believe God thumped me on the head to help me realize I was driving in the wrong direction. I said a quick prayer of thanks, turned around at the next exit and got my car pointed in the right direction, north.

It’s easy to get headed in the wrong direction in life, barreling down the road at breakneck speed, oblivious to the warning signs. Fortunately, God has provided the Holy Spirit as a built-in GPS (Global Positioning System), helping us to navigate our way through life. The Holy Spirit can help us avoid confusion, chaos, heartache and decisions that could impact us for the rest of our life. In our busy lives we need to be sensitive to the prompting of the Holy Spirit and be willing to change direction when required.

Psalms 48:14 says, “For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end.”

So if you find yourself on the wrong road, don’t panic. Ask God for directions. He has a much bigger map than we do.

Polly Boyette is the author of Life is a Buffet So Save Room for Dessert. She was born and raised in Virginia where she still lives today. Her friends will tell you she has a strong sense of humor and a gift for telling stories. Polly has worked in Russia with orphans providing humanitarian aid and giving them hope through the gospel of Christ.

Publisher: iUniverse, Inc.
ISBN-10: 0595367976
ISBN-13: 978-0595367979

A Lesson in Counting -- Jan Loy

“Count it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” James 1:2-4

I was proud and smiling as I listened to my 2 year old grandson count from 1 to 10 perfectly! Of course, he is very smart, but I also recognized that the “counting lessons” from his mom and dad had taken root in him. They had captured teachable moments here and there, and the efforts paid off.

The Lord is just as diligent with me when it comes to counting lessons. He is teaching me to count the trials of life as “pure joy.” This is not the standard way to respond in difficulties, so I have to set aside my normal way of thinking. How can I count something that is a problem as a joy? The task is not easy, but these gentle reminders help me as I learn to count His way:

• Each difficulty is an opportunity for me to grow
• Each trial brings its own “gift”
• Each testing offers me a new perspective

As with any lesson, learning to count the Lord’s way takes some time and effort. But we have help from an excellent Teacher who is patient, understanding, and who loves us with His whole heart. So the next time difficulties come along - stop, take a deep breath and say, “Lord, I’m ready for my counting lesson!”

Jan Loy, a free lance writer and speaker is actively involved in guiding others to greater personal growth. Jan is the author of numerous life application Bible Study Guides as well as individualized coaching and mentoring programs. Jan is a co-facilitator with her husband, Rick in training opportunities addressing temperaments/personality styles and the dynamics of interpersonal relationships. Jan and Rick have been married for 34 years and have two married sons and one grandson.

Fingerprints -- Andrea Merrell

"With good will doing service, as to the Lord, and not to men: knowing that whatsoever good thing any man doeth, the same shall he receive of the Lord." Ephesians 6:7-8


Fingerprints amaze me. Nothing more than a series of little squiggles that are unique to every individual, they can be used as critical information in locating a missing person or identifying someone involved in a police investigation. When a crime scene is dusted for fingerprints and matched with the records of known and convicted criminals, a match can be quickly made.

One day during my morning devotions, the Lord prompted me to look at fingerprints in a different light. Thinking back over my life, I could not help but wonder how many people I have touched, leaving my fingerprints for my Heavenly Father to see? How many people have I encouraged and inspired along the way? It could have been something as simple as a smile, a hug, or a kind word.

Just as others have reached out to me with a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, I want to bless people in whatever way I can. There are many, many ways to impact someone’s life, but the greatest gift is time spent in prayer. That is when we truly lay up treasure in Heaven.

The truth is, we touch people daily and the impression we leave, whether positive or negative, is our choice. Imagine if you will, being put on trial for being a Christian and doing good for others. Would there be enough evidence to convict you? Would your fingerprints of love, compassion and kindness be visible enough to be entered as exhibits A, B and C? How many witnesses would be available for the defense? Would your attorney be wringing his hands, wondering how in the world to prove your case, or could he confidently approach the jury, asking them to look closely at the life of his client, examining all the facts and considering all the testimonies entered as evidence? Could you confidently predict the verdict?

The Bible is full of instruction about how we are to treat other people, but our primary responsibility is to have a proper attitude and keep the motive of our heart pure.
One thing is for certain. The only thing we will leave behind us is a legacy. What will yours be?


Andrea Merrell is a freelance writer with a passion to help others see God’s Word as practical and relevant for ordinary, everyday life. She has written material for ladies’ groups, marriage retreats, skits, websites and brochures, and served as both columnist and editor for Pan Am Bank Notes in Tampa, Florida. She loves Christian fiction and is currently working on three novels, along with countless devotions.
Andrea (a new “grandma” with two more on the way) has been married to her husband and best friend, Charlie, for 37 years and lives in South Carolina.

Silent Wings -- Danny Woodall

"And so, from the day we heard, we have not ceased to pray for you, asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of his will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, so as to walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to him, bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God. " Col. 1:9-10


Five hours before the Allied troops hit the beaches of Normandy, glider pilots flew troops and supplies behind enemy lines. Gliders were towed by a cargo plane, and flew at low altitude over the English Channel. Once across the water, the pilots maneuvered the planes to increase altitude and avoid hitting trees. After clearing the trees, the gliders were cut loose to fly over the coastal areas of France. Crossing the English Channel caused many flights to be like a foggy roller coaster ride. After an unusually rough landing, they placed supplies and gave reinforcement to the men landing on the beaches. The exploits of these brave men are included in The Silent Wings Museum located near Lubbock, Texas.

For Christians, this world is like being behind enemy lines. God has given us our own supply package; it’s called the Bible. The truths that are found within its pages will provide strength to get us through the day. They aren’t spiritual facts for us to use in Bible Trivia, but knowledge we can use to live in the manner worthy of Christ.

In the book of James we find that we’re to be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger. When I have to deal with problems at work it doesn’t matter if I have a quick come back or a smart answer. I should listen and rely on the Holy Spirit to help me act as I should, so those around me will see Christ.

Your daily Bible reading is not just a spiritual exercise routine, but a source of spiritual strength. Let the words of the Bible guide your life, and be a witness for Christ.

Like the Allied troops were able to advance because of the supplies planted by the glider pilots, we will gain strength from God’s Word. In this way, we will advance the cause of Christ.




Danny Woodall lives in Port Neches, TX. He and his wife have three children. He has a monthly column in the Christian Online Magazine, and has written for LifeWay’s Essential Connections and Bible Express magazines. This past year he contributed to Daily Devotions for Writers. He and his wife, Arlene, work with the fourth grade Sunday school.

Two's Company -- She Said Cindy Sproles

Two's Company- She Said -- Cindy Sproles

"Again, I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything you ask for, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven. For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them." Matthew 18:19-20

Things come in pairs. Two hands, two feet, two arms, two chunks of Almond Joy in a bar--two. There must be something divine in twos because Noah called the animals two-by-two. God likes pairs.

When there is a match or a compliment, things seem to work better. They’re balanced and in sync. When one is lost it’s like a wagon short a wheel. That’s where I find myself at times—a wheel short.

When it comes to asking for help, I struggle. My problems appear small compared to the greater needs of others and asking seems selfish. But I also know that pairing up is both scriptural and necessary. When things in my heart are falling apart, when the deep sense of loneliness overtakes me, I can count on my prayer partners to pray me through.

There is security and hope in sharing our needs with someone who can pray “along side” us. I can’t say with certainty that two prayers carry more clout than one, but God called us to pray for one another so at least it’s scriptural.

I recall teaching a young adult class and telling the students, “Don’t wait until you’re in your mid-thirties before you figure out your relationship with Christ. Find a partner and buddy up. Pray together, be accountable to one another, help each other. Be a spiritual team.”

Pray with a partner. In fact, pray with several. This is one time two’s company and three is even better. Assemble a chorus of voices and call to the Father. Join hands and reach toward Him. March on heaven and petition God with your prayers and supplications.

I think sometimes we don't receive because we ask alone—we try to manage things on our own. The Father answers our prayers but He loves it when we pray with one another. So buddy up and ask with a friend. God promises to join our prayer circle when we come together as one.


Eddie Jones and Cindy Sproles
are friends and co-founders of
ChristianDevotions.us. They
co-write the popular He Said, She Said
devotions and host BlogtalkRadio's
Christian Devotions Speak UP!
along with Marianne Jordan. Their devotions are published nationwide.

Do You Believe This? -- Pat Patterson

"Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?”' Jn 11:25-26

I can’t believe it! Another year has come to an end. And in a couple of days, if you’re like most people, you’ll be asking yourself this question: How did I do? Well if you find yourself down, full of regrets and depressed by the realization that you once again missed the mark, relax, you’ll soon get a chance to do it all over again. Most of us will anyway…

*

“Medic-seven,” the dispatcher said. “Cardiac arrest.”

My heart still skips a beat every time I hear those words. Cardiac arrest means someone else’s heart has stopped beating, and the way I respond, the way I function and hold it all together may be the determining factors as to whether that victim lives or dies. We call it a code. It’s actually one of the most well rehearsed calls a paramedic ever runs, a scenario we practice over and over and over again to perfection, but somehow it always seems to produce the same effects: mild tachycardia, sweaty palms, and a feeling of impending doom followed by a few moments of controlled fury as we feverishly struggle to save another person’s life. But this time there was nothing my partner and I could do.

“A ninety-two year old female,” the dispatcher continued. “Not breathing.”

My partner entered the address into the GPS unit. I hit the gas. We made excellent time weaving through traffic and arrived on scene only four minutes after the dispatch, but it wasn’t soon enough. Our patient was already gone. She lay on the floor beside her bed with no sign of life. Her eyes, frosty and opaque, painted a picture of recent death. Her heart made not a sound. No rigor mortis gripped her limbs, but it was easy to see she was dead. Any resuscitation attempt would be futile.

“And right before Christmas,” I murmured. “How sad.”

We returned to base feeling a little blue. I backed the truck into the bay at Station-2 and was just about to climb out of it when we received another call similar to the first, only this time the victim was much younger. Only four months old. We found her lying in bed, her tiny limbs stiff and cool, her skin a sickening shade of blue.

I felt my heart break. I glanced at the young family standing on the other side of the room. I wanted to say something to them but couldn’t think of the words. On the children’s faces I saw shocked innocence, and on their mother’s unimaginable pain. A bright Christmas tree glowed in the corner of the room but it seemed to lack the luster it might have just hours earlier, before death entered their home robbing them of Christmas joy.

*

The loss of these two fragile lives should serve as a grim reminder to us that death is inevitable. And no man knows when his time will come. So I have a question for you: Are you ready to die? Do you know where you will spend eternity? Death can come at any moment and will eventually visit us all, so don’t let another year go by. Make it your New Year’s resolution to consider this: Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?”

I do! Christ came to bring everlasting life, and now death is just the beginning. Yeah, I believe. I pray that you will too.




Pat Patterson is a novelist, a paramedic, and an instructor of Emergency Medical Science. His stories are true, based on real experiences from the streets of Durham, North Carolina where he has served as a paramedic since 1992.

How Are You Listening? -- Jan Loy

How Are You Listening Jan Loy

“I will hasten and not delay to obey Your commands.” Psalm 119:60

Near Queenstown New Zealand is the Kawarau Bridge, the original bungy jumping site established by A.J. Hackett, famous bungy expert. I was excited to see the spot and watch as others took the dive. As our group arrived, we were led to an area where the bungy instructor briefed people on the safety details. I was curious and listened closely. The information fascinated me, but I had no intention of following the instructions. I was only there to observe.

A lady in our group leaned into the group and cocked her head. She listened to assess the information to determine if she would jump. She needed to be convinced this was the right thing for her to do. Our friend, Mark listened as well. He listened carefully because he had already decided to jump and he was anxious to carry out each step correctly.

All three of us were listening, but we all had different mindsets about what we heard.

I believe that the same is true for many who choose to listen to the Lord. We must first decide to how we listen…

• Are we just curious about what the Lord is saying?
• Are we listening to gather information to decide if we will obey or not?
• Or are we listening with a heart and mind that is ready and excited to carry out the Lord’s plan?

In the bungy briefing, putting the information into action is vital to a successful jump. In listening to the Lord, being quick to hear and obey is vital to our spiritual growth and effectiveness. There are many who say, “I need to hear from the Lord,” but few are willing to heed and obey His instruction.

How about you? How are you listening today? May the cry of our hearts be:

“…Speak Lord for your servant is listening.” I Samuel 3:10

Jan Loy, a free lance writer and speaker is actively involved in guiding others to greater personal growth. Jan is the author of numerous life application Bible Study Guides as well as individualized coaching and mentoring programs. Jan is a co-facilitator with her husband, Rick in training opportunities addressing temperaments/personality styles and the dynamics of interpersonal relationships. Jan and Rick have been married for 34 years and have two married sons and one grandson.

Where are You, Lord -- Shelby Rawson

“By faith he left Egypt, not being afraid of the anger of the king, for he endured as seeing him who is invisible.” Hebrews 11:27


Where are you, Lord? I do not feel your presence. Tears streak familiar paths on lonely cheeks as I question the whereabouts of my Father. I know You must be near. My memory recalls your Word… It tells me that You won’t leave me and that You love me with an everlasting love. Yet as I sit in this heart’s turmoil, my unbelief is suffocating.

And, once again I am reminded of my feet. Feet that fail me. Feet that walk in fear. Feet that forget faith.

I AM. I am here. Your voice echoes in my heart. I have not called you to walk alone. I have called you to walk by faith. And I know you are afraid. Will you give me your fear? Will you wear My strength in your weakness?

Can I give Him my fear? I am terrified to lay down the walls of my heart and move. To take the hand of God and move forward in faith is impossible while behind my illusion of safety.…my suffocating familiarity…. my walls. So, I must choose. Silent fear behind false security? Or faith in the hands of a loving Father who calls me to risk?

Here is the dilemma. My heart knows the cost involved with taking risks. Yet there is a price to pay in the absence of risk, as well. If I fixate on hurtful lessons from my past, then my present and future are like a kite tied to a chain – failing to fly. The kite may get lift if the wind (good experiences) is strong enough. Painful experiences should be like an anchored kite string – where God is the anchor. He knows we cannot forget the string tying us to our past. Yet if we let Him hang on to it, the string is free to let the kite soar.

I don’t want my life to be safely on the ground. I want to soar, though my fears would deny me flight. Therefore, by faith I will tie my string to the Father’s hand and believe that He is able to direct this kite I believe to be so tattered. For when the Master holds the kite, He sees not the rips and stains of a paltry life, but the vibrant hues colored by the story He has written for my life. When I quit struggling to control the string He gave me and by faith embrace the story He has written for this life, then I leave my fears in His invisible hand and take flight.

Shelby Rawson is a wife and mother of three young children. In addition to the many tasks of caring for a four year old, two year old and infant, she is an active leader in her church’s Mom’s Together program and facilitates Soul Care groups. Her passion for walking with women has led her to be a speaker for the Father Daughter Summit, MOPS International and Fellowship Bible Church. Shelby is currently the author of Daddy Do You Love Me: A daughter’s journey of Faith and Restoration, as well as the Parents of Preschoolers Web Content Manager for Next Generation Institute. She graduated Magna Cum Laude with a degree in Psychology and a minor in broadcast journalism. Writing has been a creative outlet for her since she wrote and illustrated her first story in kindergarten. Her propensity to express herself through the written word allows an empathetic vulnerability to reveal itself in the pages of her work.

Are You Putting God in a Cage? -- Lil Duncan

"Draw close to God, and God will draw close to you." James 4:8 NLT

Friends told me this story of a rescued dog. The dog’s owners decided to use crate training to housebreak their young puppy. Crate training encourages the puppy to wait to potty until they’re taken outside. Puppies won’t potty where they sleep, so crate training teaches them to wait.

Unfortunately, the owners missed the point. They brought their puppy home and, as expected, the puppy soon had an accident. His owners punished him by putting him in the kennel. With each accident, they punished him by keeping him in the cage for longer periods. Naturally, the dog would have another accident and the cycle continued.

Eventually, the dog was kenneled for several days at a time without food or water. The owners didn’t understand why the dog had turned angry and mean.

Dogs are great pets when they are loved and nurtured. The more time we spend with them, the stronger the bond becomes. As with pets, the key to any relationship is the time, attention and effort given.

What about your relationship with God? Do you treat Him in a way that we wouldn’t treat a dog? Is He taken from the cage on Sundays for a few hours only to be kenneled again until the next Sunday? We may even have good intentions but…

I know that happens to me more often than I care to admit. I have good intentions to spend time with God but life happens. Before I know it, I begin to lose my patience, joy and peace. That’s when I know it’s time to draw near to God and He’s always there waiting.

Don’t cheat yourself out of a loving relationship with God because you think you don’t have time. Include God in your thoughts while you do your chores, listen to praise music, pray. Start a list of things you’re grateful for, rent a Biblical movie.

Memorize scripture, sing a hymn, reflect on God’s goodness and His handiwork and
as you fall asleep, end your day with a prayer of praise and thanksgiving.

Be creative and enjoy your time with God. The more time you spend with Him, the more peace and joy you will experience. As you reap the benefits of spending time with God, you’ll soon find yourself craving time with Him. He’s there --waiting for you.



Lil Duncan--writing stories where faith, hope, and love mingle with murder and mayhem. She believes that fiction can be entertaining without being tasteless. Besides writing, Lil is a Speech-Language Pathologist. She and her husband live in a (very) small town in the Amish country of Ohio. You can visit her website at www.familyfriendlyfiction.net.

Aiding in the Commission of a Sin -- He Said

Aiding in the Commission of a Sin -- He Said, Eddie Jones

“And Adam was not the one deceived; it was the woman who was deceived and became a sinner.” 1 Timothy 2:14

When it comes to taking responsibility for our failures, men do a splendid job of passing the puck. Sure, God told Adam he could eat from any tree in the garden except one. But did you ever wonder why God didn’t warn Adam that he was about to be tested? Adam flunked, of course. All men do. But he had excuses. All men have those, too.

“I wasn’t there. It wasn’t my idea. You can’t pin this on me,” he might have said as he sulked away from the garden.

In some ways Adam’s sin was greater than Eve’s. He’d received the instructions from God Himself. And he’d been given the job of protector, provider and leader. But when he stepped aside and left Eve exposed to the enemy’s attacks, Adam relinquished his power.

He became a wimp.

It’s sad that men can’t be content with God. But we aren’t. Women make us feel strong, needed and worthy. The allure of the female form tempts us to trade our power for impotence. When the time comes to stand and fight we flee and fantasize. Each time we glance down a blouse, up a skirt or around the edge of a bed room door, we’re picking Eve over God.

No, Adam was not deceived. Eve holds that dishonor. Adam knew what he was doing and the consequences are more severe. We shrink back from adventure, refuse to fight for what we know to be right. As men, we’ve taken our place at the back of the line. Hands in our pockets, heads hung low, hearts broken.

If God has placed you in a relationship, then lead. Be the man. Shoulder the burden of responsibility and fight for the integrity of your family. Your boys are watching. Your daughters are hoping. And your wife is waiting for you to be the knight in shining armor that God intended you to be.

And so is God.

The Day the Music Died -- He Said

The Day the Music Died -- He Said, Eddie Jones

"I appeal to you, brothers and sisters, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another in what you say and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be perfectly united in mind and thought." - 1 Corinthians 1:10

The whole is greater than the sum of the parts. I don't know who said this. Probably Henry Ford as he surveyed his assembly line littered with wheels, pulleys and windshields and thought, Wow! What a mess. Maybe we can make an automobile with this stuff.

When it comes to making great music, or even a decent church, the whole is greater than the sum. For example, what do the Beatles, Eagles and Captain and Tennille all have in common? Right. They all made beautiful music before band members began feuding and split.

Okay, maybe not Captain and Tennille, but they should have disbanded after Muskrat Love.

But there's no doubt that McCartney and Lennon were a better combo than McCartney and Denny Lane. And while Don Henley, Glen Frey, Joe Walsh and Tim Schmit enjoyed success as solo acts, together they're better as the Eagles.

Christian churches should enjoy a similar form of cohesiveness and synergy but too often they split into factions. We argue over parking, worship styles and if we have too many members or too few. We bicker over staffing issues, service times and if the minister should get a pay increase or just paid leave of absence while we search for a replacement.

When the Apostle Paul heard that the church in Corinth was feuding again, he pleaded with them to work together for the good of Christ. "I did the planting, Apollos the watering, but God made things grow...We are fellow workers with God. You are God's cultivation, God's building."

If your church is wrestling with growth and change and you feel your years of contribution aren't appreciated, remember this: You matter less than you think and will be missed more than you know.

Before you take your purse and Bible and run off to find the perfect church, consider that maybe God has you exactly where He wants you to be. He's placed you in the midst of a confused, misguided and stubborn congregation of sinners... one of whom may be you. That's church.

Families feud. Families forgive. Your church is your family. "The world will know you are mine by your love for another." - Jesus. Will they?

The Day the Music Died -- She Said

The Day the Music Died -- She Said, Cindy Sproles

“I appeal to you, brothers and sisters, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another in what you say and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be perfectly united in mind and thought.” 1 Corinthians 1:10

A handful of members huddled together shoulder-to-shoulder in the tiny country church. A cast iron stove sat squatting in a corner, its warmth waning as winter's chill gripped the sanctuary. Between stained-glass windows a row of tin sconces held tallow candles. Flames flickered, casting a soft glow across the pulpit. The pastor stepped to the podium. The platform creaked under his weight.

"Folks. This here's a sad day." He placed his Bible on the pulpit and walked toward the organ. Pulling his fingers across the keys he bent his ear close, listening. "Did ya hear that?"

The congregation remained silent. So, too, did the organ.

"This is what happens when the music dies. This is the sound of the funeral dirge for a congregation that's dead. That wind you hear outside them windows, the cold you feel, that's God's spirit fleeing this place."

The pastor walked back to the podium, grabbed his Bible and headed for the side door. "I best be going too elsewise I catch what you got."

"Hang on, Pastor. You're job's to lead, not run."

He paused, one hand buried in the sleeve of his black overcoat, the other still holding his Bible. "That's a fact. But there's got to be sheep to shepherd. All I seen lately is goats. Stubborn, unforgiving, head-butting goats trying to have their own way. Can I read you something?"

Heads nodded. One of the deacons hurried over to stoke the coals in the stove. The pastor shucked his overcoat and returned to the pulpit.

"Do nothing out of selfish ambition but consider others better than yourself."

"I'm paraphrasing but those are the Apostle Paul's words. 'It's a man's glory to overlook an offense.' Them's Solomon's words. 'A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.' Solomon, too. You want more?"

More heads nodded.

"'Love one another. As I have loved you. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.' Those are our Lord's words. That organ don't sing cause one of you cut the power cord. You didn't like the music we picked for last week's service so you just shut it down. Folks, we're family here. God's family. If we can't care for each other, can't show love for one another, how're we gonna love the world?"

This Sunday as we gather together to give thanks for God's blessings, remember. The church is His body. We're His members. And the lifeblood of a congregation is its love for one another.

Lose that and the Spirit is as good as dead. With whom in your congregation do you need to be reconciled?


Eddie Jones and Cindy Sproles write the popular He Said, She Said Devotions and co-founded ChristianDevotions.us.
They host the BlogtalkRadio show, Christian Devotions Speak Up!

Father, Watch Me -- Christa Allan

Father, Watch Me

"You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb." Psalm 139:15 NLT


When my children were young, we lived in an area with a community pool. The kids and I would schlep there, the car a container of wiggling bodies, pool toys, and towels. Sometimes Penny, our dog pound pooch, would trot behind the car and follow us for blocks.

The older kids would peel themselves off the car seats and dash in. Shannon and John would do the barefoot-on-the-hot-concrete-alternating-foot-high-step while I toted Sarah. Eventually, we'd locate a spot to accommodate us, and we were ready for splash down.

While I'd be crouching in the baby pool digging wet leaves out of John's mouth or trying to stop Sarah from drinking the pool water, a chorus of "Watch me, Mommy! No, watch ME, mommy!" Watch this, MOM!" would rise from the shallow end of the big pool.

It was like being at a tennis match, with three balls in play at one time. I'd glance at the two kids hovering around my ankles, then I'd quickly look up and start counting heads. If I could not find Head #3, I'd be sliced open by a bolt of panic. Which one? There's Michael. There's Erin. Okay, where is Shannon? I'd scream at her siblings to look for her. After their eyes rolled, they'd point to the steps. And there she'd be. Her pink "babing" suit clinging to her wiry little body, her blonde hair looking pre-punk rocker. She'd smile, and I'd be drenched with relief.

Reading that passage in Psalms reminded me of those days of being the watcher. They're older now. But I wonder how many times, in their adult lives, their hearts have called out, "Watch me, Mommy."

Watch me as I struggle with friendships and dating, as I graduate from high school, as I pretend to be happy when my dream is crushed.

Watch me, mommy, as I start college and face challenges of independence and working; watch me as I begin to learn who I am.

Watch me mommy as I go to Italy with the Navy, as I get married, as I move to another home. Watch me, mommy, when my son dies, when my daughter is born.

Watch me, mommy, take the steps you knew I'd have to take all along--those steps to self-reliance and trust and hope and faith.

Watch. To keep vigil. To guard. To protect. Have you called out to the Father for Him to watch you? He’s waiting.

Watch us, dear God, as we move about the day. As we move about our lives.


Christa Allan is a high school English teacher who lives with her husband and three bizarre cats in Abita Springs, Louisiana. She is the mother of five and Grammy of three. Follow Christa’s writing journey at www.christaallan.com

Kisses to Heaven -- Sue Payne

(See the Kisses to Heaven video to the right)


"And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." - Ephesians 3:18-19

She sat in the front row and from where I was sitting I had the privilege of witnessing one of the most beautiful and touching scenes I’ve ever encountered. It was a private, intimate moment and I almost felt as though I was intruding, but as she tenderly blew kisses towards heaven, I was caught up in the moment and was blessed.

Amy was 13 years old when she lost her mother, Cindy, to pancreatic cancer. The solid foundation of love and faith were obvious as family and friends grieved, remembered, and celebrated her mother’s life.

As I sat in the midst of this beautiful tribute observing the peaceful presence that brightly reflected from her young daughter’s face, I began to wonder what a mother would say and communicate to prepare a child to face such a loss. It was clear to me that Amy’s mother must have given her several priceless gifts.

Roots are established when loving care is given in the growth process. Love grows deep roots that give power to withstand the storms of life. Surrounded by the support of others who are deeply rooted in love provides the strength and understanding to grasp the revelation of God’s love and blessings.

God’s love is wide. It touches every part of our lives, custom fit to each one of us personally. God’s love is long. As long as we live, walk, and continue to breathe, He is faithful never to leave us or forsake us. His love is high and deep. From celebration and joy to our deepest sorrows and disappointments He reaches and understands the most intimate places of our hearts.

I am certain that Cindy prayed earnestly for her family to be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. The radiant presence I saw that day as kisses were blown heavenward surely was the work of the Spirit of God, planted, rooted, and grown up through the heartfelt and earnest prayers of a faithful mother.

In Memory of Cindy Dill

Sue Payne is a freelance writer whose articles have appeared in home schooling newsletters and church news bulletins. She is experienced in curriculum planning and design and uses her writing skills to encourage and teach others. Sue lives in Delaware, is married, and has two boys whom she home schooled for a total of fourteen years.

Where's God's Grace -- Sue Falcone

"In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding." Ephesians 1:7-8

Have we gotten caught up so much in ourselves and in this world, that we have forgotten the very blood Jesus shed so that we can receive the grace of God as His child?

It is said that "grace is God's voluntary and loving favor given to those He saves." There is nothing we can do to earn it, or do we even deserve to have it. But to receive it, we must acknowledge that we cannot save ourselves, only God alone can, and that the only way to receive His grace is through faith in Jesus Christ.

Sounds the simple way as God intends, doesn't it? But how far away from it are we when we have established our own way of thinking and rules to gain it, without thought of the price Jesus paid for us to be able to receive it.

Will it matter how many times you have gone to church, dressed as you were told you had to, and acted and gave as you were instructed, and then never willingly acknowledged that Jesus is the only way to ever receive the grace of God? No wonder the church is not the powerful bride that Jesus expected and wants to find when He returns!

Will it matter how loving you were towards others, but when asked when does life begin, you will not commit to an answer? Will it matter that we accept the taking of a life of a baby as a choice rather than the gift God intended to give us? Will it matter we overlook evil and give into its power rather than sacrifice to have the freedom God wants to give us? Will it matter that we worked to save the earth and our economy at the expense of many, and refused to allow God to enter into our decisions?

How many times have we seen throughout history that man's ways are not the answer to achieving the plan and purpose God has for each one of us? Why do we keep following them? In Matthew 7:13-14 Jesus plainly and clearly shows us that the path to the gate of Heaven and eternal life is narrow, and there is only one way to walk it, by true faith and belief in Him alone. Have we forgotten the way? It is not too late, God's grace can be found!



Sue Falcone is a gifted speaker and teacher, God has called Sue to use her unique presentation of encouragement and humor to help others overcome their fears. Skilled as a former "corporate America" manager, Sue is a graduate of Dale Carnegie and is a speaker for Stonecroft Ministries -- Christian Women's Clubs.

Making a Quiet Time

"After he had dismissed them, he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone." – Matthew 14:23

There is something to be said for quiet time. We live in a time where we are constantly on the move. There is always something or someone demanding our time and talents. So much so, we do not remember what it was like to sit down on the porch and swing. There is this feeling of urgency eating away at the time we’ve set aside to rest. Between our work schedules, outside activities, church and heaven forbid, should we forget television time, there just is not enough hours in the day.

After awhile we find ourselves less focused and the quality of the activity we perform slips. This is just another way Satan pulls us into his snare. He so self-involves us that we lose track of things. Our body tires, our mind muddles and illness sets in. I know. I’ve been there.

The fact is, whether we fill our time with outside activities or church related activities, there is a limit to what we can physically do. Once our bodies reach that limit, we go into shut-down. Jesus knew better than most what it was like to be over-extended. Imagine having the power that He carried, and the number of people who crowded around Him in a constant effort for healing. Hands outstretched constantly, touching, reaching for the saving power of His touch - He had to have become tired. As a result, there were times He demanded a quiet time. Even Jesus, the Son of God, needed time to rest and pray.

In fact, it was not uncommon for Him to send the disciples one direction for the crowds to follow. He often got into a boat and sailed just off shore in an effort to find that peace and quiet. The point being, He needed time to spend with His Father in prayer. He needed to revive himself, renew His spirit, and seek God’s counsel. Likewise, we need to do the same.

Even if our activities are good ones – ones that involve the church, the reality of the matter is, we are only human, and we can each only do so much before we wear out. Finding a quiet time to study the Word, even if it’s only five minutes at a time, refreshes our hearts. It keeps us in touch with the Father. Choosing the activities we do best and engaging our talents and efforts into serving God through those talents is one way to better serve.

More so, seeking those constant moments of silence so that we are able to focus our God-ears on what the Lord is saying. He whispers to us for a reason. He wants us to “listen intently” for His guidance. Find that quiet time and earmark it daily so that good quality time is spent in a good relationship with the Lord. Remember, shhhhh. Just be quiet for a moment – rest, meditate, and pray. You will be amazed at how it revives the soul.

Prayer: Father, help us to remain focused on what is important so we do not over extend ourselves. Help us seek a quiet time.