My storm did not come with wind nor rain. I was stranded in The Wilderness, living in the midst of the unknown, fading away with each passing day. Survival felt beyond my reach. Dearest Readers, I am not surprised on this day as I chose to write about my storm, the wind fiercely blows, rattling windows. Rain beats a steady rhythm on the roof. There is cozy darkness surrounding me. I am no longer afraid; I found calm in the midst of my storm. Today, I choose to share this painful story with you. My storm did not come...Read More
Author: Tammy L. Mashburn
Pride empties the soul, inflates egos, leaves us restless, robs us of integrity. Dearest Readers, Today we tackle a subject that pokes holes in every part of my being. I wish I could tell you differently. It is one my biggest struggles. When I follow the thread of pride in my heart, it leaks and spreads into every area of my life. Carlos Whitiker in his book To Kill a Spider, kindly (insert sarcastic eye rolling here) guided me through the cobwebs in my heart, to the spider creating the fibers tangling me up. Pride, my pride, lies...Read More
A Prayer from Scripture A Prayer for Your Sunday from Psalm 119:10-19 Heavenly Father, May we seek you with all our heart; Do not let us wander from your word. May we treasure your word in our hearts, that we may not sin against you. Lord, may you be blessed. Teach us your statutes. With my lips, I will proclaim your love for me. May we meditate on your precepts and think about your ways. May we delight in your statutes and not forget your word. Deal generously with us, that we may live and keep your word. Open...Read More
“For those of you were baptized into Christ have been clothed with Christ.” Galatians 3:27 (CSB) Dearest Readers, We have flirted with frost this week; I’ve yet to get pumpkins or even a mum. I have been switching out clothing, organizing my sweaters and wool socks. Washing winter pajamas, folding and stacking my favorite jeans. Days are shorter, the evening glow brightly lit with autumn light. I love this time of year, it is my favorite, though I dread the cold something fierce. As I have prepared for colder days I have been searching my heart, soul-scaping I call it....Read More
I need life breathed into dry bones. Life breathed into dry and dusty places. I cannot exist in The Wilderness as dry bones. I will not live where there is no laughter, joy, peace, or life. Dearest Readers, I am sharing a favorite passage of Scripture today, Ezekiel’s Valley of Dry Bones found in Ezekiel, chapter thirty-seven. Why? I live in The Wilderness of chronic illness, an illness that does not have a cure. I live with dry and brittle bones, aching every moment of my days and nights. I do not care to spend my days in grim severity...Read More
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