Lord, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You. Will You work wonders for the dead? Shall the dead arise and praise You? Selah Shall Your lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or Your faithfulness in the place of destruction? Shall Your wonders be known in the dark? And Your righteousness in the land… Read More While You Still Can, Praise Him
When I look at the night sky and see the work of Your fingers—the moon and the stars You have set in place—what are mortals that You should think of us, mere humans that You should care for us? (Psalm 8:3, 4) When I think of how God made the first two humans I feel… Read More Special to God
Let the sea roar, and all its fullness, Let the rivers clap their hands; Let the hills be joyful together before the Lord Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord! Sources: Psalm 98:7-9; Psalm 150:6
As long as I still have breath, I will praise the Lord.
The dead do not praise the LORD, Nor any who go down into silence – Psalm 115:17 Yesterday, while my husband and I were singing hymns before the close of our weekly Sabbath worship, it hit me that when you are dead you can’t praise God anymore. And I was so thankful that I’m still alive to be able to… Read More While We Still Can…
I follow him into the wood, my brave warrior. My heart is racing as I stumble between the trees which seem to clear a path to where he is. I find him at our tree, wearing a breechcloth. My breath is fast and unsteady but it’s not from the exercise. It’s the sight of his… Read More Hotah/Bright #writephoto
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord! – Psalm 150:6 Thank You, Lord for putting a smile on my face this morning. It was wonderful to see those seagulls and the squirrels eating the food You provided for them Lord, I love You because You care not only for… Read More Let Everything Praise the Lord
“Is your uncle at home?” Ashley asked casually as they walked the grounds on a beautiful, sunny spring afternoon. She was wearing a denim jacket because it was still a bit cool. They were at Eastwell Manor where Bradley was staying with his uncle until he found his own flat. It was a magnificent place… Read More A Misunderstanding
She stood at the window watching Byron Ellsworth walking on the grounds with Eliza Forrester. They stopped under the window and talked. He said something and Eliza threw back her head, her chestnut hair bouncing about her shoulders and laughed. It was then that she looked up and saw Kiara. She stopped laughing and said… Read More Not His Type
We are not here by coincidence. All around us is evidence that we are here by design. We were fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of our Creator. In tender love He fashioned us and gave us the breath of life. We are not here by chance but for a purpose. We were… Read More No Coincidence
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