He who has ears, let him hear.

For so many years (my whole life) I’ve been interested in Bible prophecy. It requires knowing Scripture, identifying things that have already come to pass, and things to come.

It requires the time spent to watch current events, historical developments, and spiritual trends.

Generally we watch: Politics, Nature, Supernatural Interactions, and the Economy.

First and foremost we watch ISRAEL, as the Bible is all about Israel. Yes, it’s Christ Jesus’ story, HIStory, a Jewish man who lived two thousand years ago in Israel, WHO IS GOD INCARNATE.

Jesus is God, and that is the truth we must put our faith and trust in. He alone can save us from what is to come: death and destruction, hell and eternal fire.

The supernatural world is and always has been all around us, but as prophesied events start to unfold there will undoubtedly be interaction and manifestations on a global level.

So, tomorrow there may or may not be a type of disclosure about other-worldly interaction, but that is of little concern to the watchmen.

Watchmen have always expected the deception.

I do grieve, though.

As we approach the last days of earth as we know it (the thousand year millennial reign of Christ is nearing) I am saddened to see friends and family who have no clue about the huge deception coming. They have already been hoodwinked into being “woke” or liberal. Trump Derangement Syndrome blocks their reasonable abilities. They have swallowed the lies of the Evolutionists, the Frankfurt School Theologians and Philosophers, the Fabian Socialists, the current mainstream denominations and their inclusiveness. Marxist Socialism and Anti-Ice sentiment have clouded their thinking. They are globalists. They hate Israel. They hate the true God that created them. They have created a god in their own image and they gladly worship Him.

These things grieve me. I stick to being old fashioned and fundamental. I will read Scripture as it stands, English translation, (and German, and Spanish! I read the Chinese version at my Bible Study, I have a Turkish Bible. I have studied some Hebrew and Greek and looked at Scripture that way, too, in the past. I have dozens of translations and paraphrases on the shelves at Corgi Hollows!) and I will take it as literally and in context as possible.

There I stand.

What is about to happen in the world is all in context of Christ’s warning to the Jewish people.

Those of us who belong to Christ have a separate set of expectations: We are promised a precious verse. We are not appointed to wrath.

The coming war between evil and God will bring unparalleled destruction. The flood of Noah and the ark was beyond our imagination. What is coming is even more unbelievable!

Whose side are you on today?

Never has there been more division between Bible Believers and the World! It will get exponentially worse as family members will turn on each other, (as predicted) and life gets unbearable.

Brace yourselves! Those of us who identify as “watchmen” have been sounding the bell of warning for decades! We have been watching!

Get right with Jesus. Look for His coming! Believers have hope and joy in our future.

I do grieve for those I know and love that are riding the fence, haven’t repented of sin in their lives, and haven’t accepted Christ as Savior. I grieve for those that will be deceived by the evil one and his forces.

Are they saved?

I assume the Holy Spirit, the Restrainer, will hold His own chosen ones. I cannot be sure if they have truly submitted to Christ, so I just pray they will come out of the deception they believe, and fully place their faith in the way, the truth, and the life! Jesus is the only way to come to the Father.

When we stand before the throne of God we will answer for our lives. What a moment!

Did we follow Christ? Do we acknowledge that it is by grace alone that we are saved? Have we tried to honor and glorify God in all we do? Have we obeyed Christ’s commands? Did we believe deception?

Each of us may answer these questions. God will judge our deeds, our thoughts, our lives. Yes, we may be saved, but will God give us rewards? Will we reign with Him?

There are orders in heaven, orders in the supernatural realm, orders in the spiritual world. There are orders on earth.

Perhaps as things unfold in these last times we will recognize orders in a completely different way.

Last Saturday I saw the movie “the Story of Everything,” and the vastness of the universe is beyond my comprehension.

When I think of orders of magnitude I am stymied.

Orders.

Is your house in order?

Pentecost is coming. That feast is often associated with a Harpazo symbolism. May 24, 2026! Please come quickly, LORD JESUS! Come and fetch your bride, the church!

Are you saved? Are you waiting for the bridegroom with a lamp full of oil? Check out the parable of the 10 virgins in the New Testament.

MARANATHA!

This past week I got to see two films.

Yesterday I went with friends from my international Bible Study to see “The Story of Everything.” It is a Stephen Meyer film, and very well done. Years ago he helped produce a film called “Unlocking the Mysteries of Life,” and it was pivotal in leading several scholars to Christ.

I think this film has that potential as well. One cannot deny the evidence for a finely tuned universe, a finely tuned Earth, a finely tuned existence.

I strongly urge you to go, but go well-rested. The science is heady.

Also this week I saw a documentary/concert on film by a Japanese band that I was able to see in person last summer. “One OK Rock” is a band that’s been around for 20 years now. Taka, the singer, is an amazing talent. I don’t know how he can sing that way for over two hours. It is a performance of voice strength!

I am strangely touched by this band’s music, perhaps because it embodies a seeking soul that seems to understand the spiritual dangers of this world. As a believer in Christ I hear the cries that only Jesus can address.

So I am praying for them, all four band members.

They are on my snatch list.

Celebrating a marriage of an old friend today, on this beautiful May day. The third of May has always been an interesting day for me. Not a birthday, but significant. I always like to see what happens on this date each year.

The lovely month of May…

MARANATHA!

I listened to a cacophony of birdsong this morning. The baby house finches are getting louder by the day in the kitchen stove range vent. No worries, it is just a fan, and I am not running it for now.

Diligent parents deserve reward! These babies should be safe until they fledge out.

Every time I run water in my house I say, “Thank you, LORD!”

Why? Because my system worked all winter long, and it is spring now. I did not need to have the tanks pumped out for basic use. I am SO grateful! The prayers I asked for were answered! Thank you for praying!

This spring is a spring of gratefulness: new life, survival, ease.

If I keep all of the world news in perspective I can manage my heart and emotions pretty well.

Daily survival techniques: PRAYER, READING SCRIPTURE, UPLIFTING MUSIC

The world gets darker and darker, but I am looking at Jesus. I sense that He is returning to get us soon.

I pray, I ask the Lord, to be included in the Rapture (Harpazo) event. I know my great grandfather also prayed for that, but he passed away at a very old age in the 1980’s. We pray and desire, but ultimately we wait for God’s timing. And I can be grateful as I wait.

I am grateful for days without persecution, argument, for what I believe. I am grateful for the peace and joy that sits in my soul. It is there even on days that I feel like weeping.

The other day I had the urge to scream and cry about the loss in my life.

I have cried, but I have not screamed in grief.

I guess I have a type of acceptance of my circumstance.

I do understand that urge to let it go, cry it out, descend into agony.

I have grieved for my husband for six LONG years now. I have daily reminders of how he was my other half, and now that half is missing. I see my shortcomings and I worry, despite knowing that God is filling his role as my provider and protector.

Don’t mess with me. (smile) God has my back. Really.

I have had a few instances of being taken advantage of in my ignorance since my husband passed. Actually I pity the people that did it. They haven’t got a clue about the devastating consequences coming (or that came already.)

Don’t mess with God. He is just. Justice will roll down. I stand under His protective hand. There is no better place to be.

I connect with other widows through social media, and I can only say that I see God’s protection and help in their lives, too. Hardship, yes, but ultimately protection and guidance.

Don’t mess with us.

This isn’t defensiveness. This is simply a warning!

I am so grateful for God’s work and presence in my life.

Yes, I have those days of tears and pain. That is human loss. Grief is a thing.

The hope I have eclipses the darkness overall.

MARANATHA!

There is great temptation to move the potted plants outside right now, but May 15 is the safe day to do that, and that is 3 weeks away.

I plan to move the fish out tomorrow. I got a lovely large ceramic urn for them this summer. They are alive and well, despite being mostly ignored all winter downstairs.

I do not see the swans, nor the cranes, so I am assuming they are busy laying eggs and nesting.

Let’s see.

Frogs are singing in the heat.

Wood-ticks are around.

Yuki came in with one the other day.

What do you think of world events? Are we being played along?

Probably. These are times when we must have our feet planted firmly in spiritual truth. The house built on rock, not sand. I am just so grateful for my faith.

Elisabeth Elliot used to say that the old hymns may not be Scripture but they are lessons in theology. I agree. It is appropriate to sing these choruses in difficult times.

I just get so discouraged when I see little being done to right the wrongs of politicians and political mistakes. Political debacles. It seems we are powerless to fix anything.

I am talking about Minnesota, mostly. I shake my head daily.

God is still in charge, still on His throne, still able to make things better. He will be glorified, and persecution of us believers only serves to strengthen us. Take heart!

Be encouraged.

The persecuted church around the world is far stronger than the indolent church of the west.

I am preaching to myself. Buck up, Corgi!

I miss my Corgi.

I look forward to seeing all my pets in heaven. I just do.

MARANATHA!

It’s about time to leave for school. The sun streams in this morning, such a pleasant beginning to a place where most school days begin in the dark.

The morning sky was red earlier, so clouds are moving in.

The Lord spoke to me through Scripture, and in thinking over the lessons of the weekend. There are several ideas I need to hone and formulate. “Stay Tuned!”

I am still recovering, fragile in health these days. My immune system just seems to be borderline. I remind myself that I am in my sixties, just had major surgery, cancer, and I am coming out of the season we “hygge,” comfortably sitting and sipping tea…

Not the most healthy behavior…

I need to get my body moving, take my vitamins, and embrace the warmth that is gradually increasing by the day.

But today I clear my throat and head to school. I am working a lot.

This morning I had so many thoughts about what the Lord is teaching me. I have something new cooking with three of my closest people, women whom I admire and love deeply. God has blessed me with these wonderful friends. There was some confirmation from the Lord that we should begin a new venture together this weekend.

Of course the devil stepped right up to try and discourage me, but I know better. I do listen to him, and that is to my destruction. I know better.

Our pastor spoke about the nameless men in Acts, who brought the Gospel to the gentiles.

We do not need to be “special,” or even gifted or talented! God uses us as we are—NOBODIES!

We can shine with His power.

Think with me about the prospects that are simmering ahead for Corgi Hollows. This is a moment to pray and plan. There are several things to be figured out.

Unless the Lord builds the house they labor in vain. I am well-aware of this verse and this concept. God can do what He wants for His glory.

I am reading several very interesting books lately. I am also preparing for a wedding. I have been quietly praying about how to take the next step for Corgi Hollows.

Pray with me. Things are in preparation.

MARANATHA!

I have a half day of teaching today, so since it’s been awhile I thought I’d write some thoughts and plans for Corgi Hollows this early foggy, misty morning.

Yesterday bad storms hit Minnesota. I saw the massive clouds from my location, north and west of the storms. They were impressive. They did impressive damage, too. Tornadoes, hail, winds.

It is eerily calm here at Corgi Hollows this morning, and I drank my coffee outside by my kitchen garden. The temps are chilly but pleasant enough. Grass is green, but leaves aren’t even changing the hue of gray trees. “Spring’s first green is gold” isn’t here yet.

Alex, the new resident cat, rushes out the door at every chance. He is acquainting himself with the territory. He comes back quite willingly, so I assume he has claimed us as home. Ed got him as a rescue, and he had been a stray, so letting him have his freedom here in the country is a little unnerving. But he would simply languish if he couldn’t go outside.

Topaz is aging! I was doing the math and he is at least 11 years old now, sweet, friendly cat. He seems ageless.

His love for children is remarkable.

Ideas are cooking in my head. Something is brewing here. After the wedding in Kyoto I hope to get a new venture off the ground. I have the help and support of three wonderful women, and we, together, have a project that could help us and many, many other people. This idea has been simmering for over a year, now, so it isn’t a fly-by-night whim.

I admit that thoughts in the middle of the night can be some inspiration, especially for topics for Corgi Hollows.

“Watchman, Tell us of the Night!”

Now, that was a thought I had the other night before sleep. We are watchmen. We have a responsibility. “How will they hear without a preacher?”

Now, I am old-fashioned, fundamental, fairly strict and fairly orthodox in my spiritual inclinations. As a believer I am more prone to err on the conservative side of spiritual issues. That being said——Here I stand:

I do not think a woman should be in a position of authority over men within a church body. I can write and say whatever floats my boat here on Corgi Hollows, and people can take it or leave it, but I truly believe Scripture is clear about the role of women in the church.

Yes, I am a teacher. I see examples of that in Scripture, and I do like to reference Deborah, a judge in the Old Testament. She did hold authority in a secular sense. I see no issue with a woman in politics. I think of a woman who held authority in Pakistan for many years, brilliant, stellar, simply genius. She was a true leader.

Margaret Thatcher had brilliance as well. Conservative brilliance, which grated on the liberal mind.

Our own Michelle Bachmann is bright and winsome. Because she is a conservative and gets excited about things she has been pilloried. I, for one, admire her. I actually listen to her.

God gave me a life lesson back in college. I will share it.

On Sunday mornings my dad watched the television preachers. This went on my entire childhood. As we were rushing around getting ready for church the TV was on—and I was exposed to several well-known preachers of the 1970’s and 1980’s.

Jerry Falwell.

When I started to attend the University of Minnesota I had a friend who started to make fun of Jerry Falwell one day. This was back when he was making a foray into political influence. She mocked him, and I asked her, “Have you listened to him preach?”

No. She hadn’t. She was simply spouting the current vibe of hatred against him.

Now, fallen human that Jerry Falwell was, like the rest of us, I have to say that when I looked at his face on the TV I saw kindness. I won’t defend anything evil that he may or may not have done.

But I saw kindness. I saw the truth and wisdom of Jesus being told.

My friend came to Christ a few months later. She had been living quite lasciviously and all of that changed.

When you are tempted to spout a vibe that is hip and cool, ask yourself if there is really truth to it.

As we grapple with Artificial Intelligence we will have a much more difficult time discerning truth and reality. Anyone can deny anything these days.

How easily we are swayed.

The whole debacle with a US President in a painting these past few days proves my point about the fickleness of people without a mooring, a worldview, that is sustainable in this shifting society. This too will be shoved aside and forgotten in a few days, but it should be remembered.

We serve a God who is above all else. The fallen people that we meet every day will disappoint us and hurt us. They will betray us.

Feeling a sense of disappointment over these betrayals is expected. I spent three years healing from a betrayal. Perhaps that is what drove me to define my worldview grid more definitively. I needed a foundation to stand on, a frame to stabilize my thinking.

As a Spirit-filled Christian, I trust that God has led me in paths of righteousness for His Name’s sake.

Have I messed up? Have I suffered? Have I made life altering mistakes?

Yes. I am the worst of sinners, as Paul writes.

Yet God is faithful.

I can look out at my little Hollow and thank God for the earthly beauty He made for me to enjoy. The peace of my place is a gift from Him. He has blessed me one thousand-fold, one million billion fold—more than I can express. My cup runneth over.

This suffering human can say God is Good.

Check your grid. Check your worldview. Check your presuppositions.

Test the spirits, test your attitudes.

Test your “truth.”

Kindness, truthfulness, discipline. These are my 2026 words. They have become so relevant!

I have decided to follow Jesus. No turning back.

MARANATHA!

You have heard that there is a day before Passover that is called “Preparation Day.”

I think about that.

Jack Hibbs gave a devotional about the Tuesday of Holy Week (Luke 21-22) and how significant that day was. Very interesting. A LOT happened that day.

Today is my day to prepare. I need to figure out how to install ink in my printer (yuk) because Cheri, my go-to for tech stuff, is working.

Ed lives at his bachelor pad 45 minutes away.

Alas, I must print out my tax forms and music for the Good Friday service, where I have been recruited for worship team.

These things may seem easy to you. It is this type of thing that stalls me, frustrates me, makes me miss my husband. How selfish of me. It’s the truth, though.

As I plan a menu for Sunday dinner with my family I am flipping through my “Favorite Dessert” recipe card holder.

I was looking for Lemon Butter. I’ve shared this recipe before. It is part of our family tradition for this Sunday. Tangy, pretty yellow, sweet, combined with my mom’s Forgotten Cake, a meringue concoction, it says spring and joy. Whipped cream on top of it completes the dessert.

So many yummy recipes in this little photo-holder from the dollar store, all on different recipe cards, each recipe filled with memories of 30 years of marriage.

I did like to bake. I was never a great cook, but baking was my thing. I wish I could remake all these recipes for someone to appreciate, my husband coming in from a day in the sun doing yard work, winter, spring, summer, fall. Each season had its flavors.

I’m remembering.

Today I get to make lemon butter. Mom will still make the forgotten cake. It’s tricky.

Here’s the lemon butter recipe:

4 cups sugar, 1/2 lb butter, rind and juice of 4 lemons, 8 eggs.

Cook in double boiler. Put in the sugar and butter, rind of lemon, then add eggs (well beaten), juice of lemons, and boil until thickened. Add a pinch of salt. Stir frequently as it cooks.

Forgotten Cake:

6 egg whites, 1/2 tsp. cream of tarter, 1/4 tsp. salt, 1 1/2 cups sugar, 1 tsp. vanilla

Preheat oven to 425*. Beat egg whites until foamy. Add salt, cream of tartar. Beat until very stiff. Gradually add sugar a little at a time, beating constantly. Mix in vanilla. Spoon onto ungreased 8 x 12 (whatever you have like that) GLASS/Pyrex baking dish. Place in oven. Turn off heat immediately. Leave in oven all day or overnight, until oven is cold. DO NOT PEEK!!!

I am looking out at my spring-cleaned yard. My friend came by yesterday and took away all the leaves from winter. It looks vacuumed. It was vacuumed. We are expecting snow this weekend, but I am gradually transitioning to my set-up for warmer weather.

The robins are back, as are our other seasonal visitors: red-winged black birds, cranes, bluebirds. Have not seen the Hummingbirds yet.

Of note, this year I see a pair of Trumpeter Swans out on our wet land. I hope there will be sufficient water to keep them through the summer, but we will see. Our wetlands are often mostly bog, and although a frog haven, the waterfowl might need to move before summer gets on much.

I heard the frogs the other night, too.

Alex, the new cat, is feeling his oats. He shoots out the door at every possible chance, even when Yuki needs a midnight potty-break. Last night Cheri and I chased him all over the yard, under the truck, back and forth by the light of the full moon.

How annoying.

But we have come to love him. We don’t want him eaten by coyotes. So, we try to herd him or catch him and bring him back in the house to a warm and cozy spot for the night.

Topi is far more well behaved. He minds us.

My grandson came by yesterday to play, and Topi, an unusual cat, just LOVES kids, and he patiently played with him. Topi is an unusual cat! We all love him.

Last evening we were inundated with a massive migration of birds. They may have been a type of murmuring bird, but they just made lots of noise up in the trees. I couldn’t see the species. This is such an interesting time of year for bird life.

A pair of house finches have nested in my kitchen range vent. I tried to discourage them by running the fan intermittently, but they were more persistent than I. Now we hear their conversation through the hood above the range. It is pleasant, little chirping back and forth. Once in awhile there is a rustle of nest material being organized.

What a blessing to live in a place that has so much life! The grass greens by the minute!

It is a week to think about Jesus.

I am glad for a break from school, even if I need the $. I can organize and sort and think.

This is a gift, too.

I have been doing a bit of my own natural chemotherapy after having had thyroid cancer last fall. I was free of cancer according to the oncologist, but I like to think that we all have cancers lurking in our fallen bodies and they need attention.

Here’s my routine, over the weeks since my surgery:

*I don’t do every thing every day, but I’ve been pretty consistent over the weeks.

Apricot kernels (eat 2/day), apricot kernel oil (on face), castor oil (topically), choke cherries, ivermectin, vitamin C (lots of it), kelp, and various other herbal supplements: sour sop leaf tea…

But something interesting happened at the YMCA on Friday. There was a gal I’ve gotten to converse with over time and she asked me about my health journey. I told her that my immune system was still pretty fragile, as I seem to feel a bit like I’m getting a sore throat often, have flashes of heat and cold, and tenderness in different spots. Health can be such an influencer!

A woman who was changing clothes near us said: “Turmeric! You need to take turmeric!”

I nodded my thanks.

On Sunday I sat next to my friend from India, who asked me the same question. I gave the same answer, but I said, “What would you recommend that I do?”

“Turmeric lattes!”

I saw the woman (don’t know her name) again on Monday at the Y. I rarely see the same people on consecutive visits to the Y. I told her what my friend had said and we laughed.

“I am a spiritual person, and when I hear the same thing over and over I sometimes think GOD is telling me something!”

She concurred. She told me she was also a spiritual person, and felt the same way. It was such a sweet interaction.

SO I am on my fourth turmeric latte today!

I do think the pain in my hip is less. It’s supposed to be an antioxidant, but also anti inflammatory. I believe it will help!

How fragile we are! God is so good to us in preserving our vulnerable lives here on earth. And our days are numbered by Him, always remember, He keeps us. Nothing can change our length of life.

SO REST IN HIM.

There is a lot happening in the world. Prophecy watchers are on high alert. I find these days fascinating, but also terrible. Christians are seeing a whole new level of hatred and rejection.

We are all feeling it.

Take heart, dear one. You are not alone. We are all facing it daily.

And Jesus knows! He is never going to abandon us!

I pray for all of us to be steadfast, holding onto the truth, patiently and prayerfully waiting for our King to come for us.

MARANTHA!

After cancer I’ve been working as much as I possibly can. It’s good for me, but I am wiped out after teaching everyday.

Along with all the work I’ve slowly been restoring order to my home. The wetness problem is fixed. The tile is laid in the basement. The septic system functioned ALL WINTER despite sub zero stretches.

God is good.

He is a generous and thoughtful provider. I see His hand in every day, every hour, every minute.

I see His protection.

I have a break from teaching coming up, as spring break looms. I need it.

Sad news in my little world: my wonderful pastor, an expository preacher, is resigning. His emphasis was prayer, as was mine. I feel like a kindred spirit was my shepherd these past critical years since Brian’s death.

I will miss him in the pulpit.

Also, looking for a new pastor with a solid Bible foundation, prayer emphasis, and outreach fervor is almost impossible. They hardly exist.

I studied my MPA, very Peter Drucker laced, and I know the current trends in leadership.

Sadly a servant hearted shepherd with solid theology, premillennial disposition, strong Bible knowledge is rare.

My mom went to an old Norwegian church downtown Minneapolis yesterday. They are looking for a pastor too, but he has to know and preach in Norwegian, be Lutheran, and who knows what else he needs…!!

He has to commit to three years in our “wonderful” city of Minneapolis.

(ha!)

It is super hard to find a pastor.

On Sunday I hosted an after-conference pizza party for some folk who had just attended SXSW in Austin Texas, and then subsequently Paganicon, here in the Minneapolis area.

Wow, folks. I wished that we had a zoom type of recording camera as everyone shared their impressions and what they learned.

A privilege for me. I got it fresh. These folk are researchers who attend WEF events, United Nation conferences, Burning Man, and various other pertinent cutting edge trending gatherings.

I am still shaking my head in disbelief at some of the information.

It is theirs to disperse, so I won’t steal their thunder here, but if you are interested in hearing a bit, contact me.

I will share tidbits, but suffice it to say it is earth shaking.

In the background of all of this is a war in Iran.

I was planning a trip to China in May. It is currently on hold. Sometimes the world really does affect your own little life.

Today I walked over the swamp to meet brand new neighbors next door. They are very good neighbors. I just know it.

God has blessed me. Again. Again and again.

Again and again and again.

The tears just roll down—gratefulness.

I’ve met my latest darling granddaughter. She is absolutely perfect. I’m babysitting my youngest grandson this afternoon. In fact I need to skedaddle. He’s priceless.

I’m listening to Peder Elias’ song “Call My Name”

I think of it a bit as a reminder that God really does calm my heart in my needs.

Come, Lord Jesus!

MARANATHA!

Just so you know, if you have connected with me in some way over the past few years, you are probably on my prayer list.

Connections are powerful. God has placed you on my heart, and I am praying for you. Some of you, close friends, I pray for your children and grandchildren by name.

I pray for my family members, daily, my own small circle, my cousins and relatives.

I pray for the ones that God has brought to live under the Corgi Hollows roof even for a short time.

I pray for my missionary friends, some of you I’ve only made eye contact with! You don’t even know me—-perhaps.

I pray for countries and kings, rulers and presidents, cities and schools.

I have a special “snatch list” of people that I am pretty sure do not know Jesus right now. This list of people are close to my heart, and I pray for their salvation, watch them live their lives and hope for signs of spiritual softening.

Most of these people are “influencers,” as in having a following and influence on multiple people for whatever reason—their connections, their talents, their art. I pray that through their salvation they would bring hundreds or thousands to Christ.

I pray that the Holy Spirit can touch their lives and that they will surrender to Him.

One thing this daily prayer does for my heart is pretty miraculous. You kinda sorta have to love the people you are praying for. It just flows out of your mind and heart whether you want it to or not. You may be arch enemies, but as you pray good for that person the love flows.

I may diametrically oppose someone’s politics, spiritual leanings, or decisions—but as I pray for them I FEEL love toward them. I want them to repent and come to Christ. This is love.

This is what loving your enemy means, I believe. Love in the best of ways: desiring a future of eternal hope in God.

Through Jesus Christ.

Ya’ll know that life has been politically difficult up here in the North Star State lately. It could be a time of deep discouragement with bitter cold, gray skies, massive fraud and deceit, incompetence, political embarrassment.

But I am bringing ALL OF IT to the LORD, and my prayers for all of these people keep myself in check.

Yes, I’ve had some depression. Normal depression. Who doesn’t? I always like to remember Elijah and his depression when I am down.

A handful of cashews, a swim, a half hour looking at something bright, a sweet night’s sleep, a walk in the fresh air, —–maybe something chocolate, or buttery garlic….—(in extreme cases!)

A diversion, a song of praise, a reminder to self of a promise in Scripture.

A Bach concerto.

Prayer. Crying out to God in desperation.

Save these dear ones, Lord! In YOUR TIME, not mine, but please save them in Jesus’ name.

Save them for Your glory.

Part of a prayer life is also confession and repentance of sin.

Create in me a clean heart, Lord, and renew a right spirit in me. This is certainly exhilarating!

Knowing Jesus is knowing Truth.

Praying with you, for you. Praying you can experience the JOY OF THE LORD.

MARANATHA!