The Lord is a shelter for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble. Psalm 9:9 NLT A shelter can be a welcome sight—and it often was for me. The Appalachian Trail—which extends from Springer Mountain, Georgia,
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How Much is That Cobra In the Window? – Unintentional Consequences and What You Need To Know About Them
by Jean Wilund India had a cobra problem. As in – they had way too many cobras. Fortunately, they also had a solution. If only they had stopped to think through their solution. How Much
Read moreWhispers — God’s Gentle Voice
“ . . . the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after
Read moreThe Mystery of Gentleness and The Way to Love
Timeless clues? Beloved stories unfold in my mind. First I see the roads Jesus traveled. Then, I overhear conversations with the people he touched. I imagine his smile, his voice, and his Father above. Could
Read moreWhen The Bad News and the Good News Are the Same News
by Jean Wilund The Bad News I knew she’d be mad but I didn’t expect out of control rage from such a young child. But then again, she does take after her momma. Our daughter
Read moreLove Notes from God
When life gets hectic we sometimes have to be reminded of God’s great love and today, Valentine’s Day, is a perfect day to do just that.
Read moreLove Hurts
I love storybook endings. Sparks fly. Love conquers all. A lonely beauty finally marries her knight in shining armor. Those blissful scenes still give me goosebumps. Go on and laugh. But now that you’re smiling
Read moreKnowing God Like a Surfer
by Jean Wilund Waimea Bay on the north shore of Oahu, Hawaii hosts the spine-crunching big wave surf competition known as The Eddie. Before this invitational can be scheduled, the waves must be at least
Read moreconstant Warmth in spite of the Cold
I love my thermostat. That sounds weird, doesn’t it? Who would love a thermostat? Well, I do. If I had my druthers, I “druther” have my house toasty warm all year long, even in freezing
Read moreGhosts of White Winters Past
Winter, 1969. New York City A blizzard’s eerie silence overshadowed the distant honking and revving engines from the usual Saturday night car races. I remember my dad‘s contagious laugh echoing through our apartment hallway after
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