Category: Devotional

I was stirring a lemon pie mix on the stove when the telephone rang. It was a wrong number. I was polite as I answered the call. By the time I returned, my pie mix was beginning to thicken. Within … Read more

There's a beautiful church on University Avenue in my hometown of Glasgow. It sits directly across the road from the university itself. It's called Wellington Church, and I suspect it was named after the Duke of Wellington, the victorious general … Read more

Over the years, I've developed a problem, not a serious problem, but an annoying one. My one consolation is that I have learned I'm not alone. My quandary must be catching, for some of my friends suffer from the same … Read more

I have a wonderful piece of furniture on my patio in the backyard. It is a swing in which two or three people can sit. It has a canopy to offer shade from the hot sun. I love sitting there … Read more

"Grandma, I have my coupons. Can we go eat pizza?" It was my seven-year-old granddaughter, Brooke, with a handful of coupons in her purse. I couldn't keep from smiling. Many times in her young life, Brooke had seen me presenting … Read more

One afternoon when our children were young, my husband walked with them to our local grocery store. They returned home not only with the groceries we needed but also with a box of gingerbread mix. It was not on the … Read more

One day recently at our church, we had a guest speaker who represented Gospel for Asia Missions. He showed us a video of a young missionary named Joseph who was trying to tell the people about the Lord. The people … Read more

My granddaughter, Sierra, now six years old, came to visit her grandpa and grandma during the Christmas holidays. "Magga," (her name for Grandma) "would you come to the bathroom with me?" she asked me. "Of course, I will," I answered. … Read more

My dad, who went to be with the Lord back in 1999 at the grand old age of 96, was a pastor for 65 years. He insisted on having family devotions every night after the evening meal, and all family … Read more

When I was growing up, I had a great friend called Gus, who used to fall all of the time. He was one of the last people in my generation to suffer from polio, which meant that one of his … Read more