How God Showed Me Psalm 91

Sundays were usually a comfort. For some some reason being inside the church building made the fears temporarily disappear—but not on this particular Sunday. Our pastor looked unusually serious that day as he made the announcement that one of our most beloved and faithful deacons had been diagnosed with leukemia and had only a few weeks to live...“Lord, is there any way to be protected from all the evils that are coming on the earth?” 

Overcoming Fear

This week, I had a young woman show up at my doorstep who was in a fear lockdown. As Laurie approached the porch, there was no moment of recognition; and though we knew each other, she walked as if she was led captive by some unseen hand. One of the girls from our college Bible study, who had been working with her, decided it was time to bring her over. I looked for the young woman I had once known. Now she had a deeply tormented stare that brought back memories to me.

Have You Been Crying Out To The Lord?

In last week's blog post we talked about whether we, the church had being praying and crying out enough to turn the tide in our nation. This past week my daughter, Angelia, shared a message on Crying Out to the Lord with our online Bible study group. The message spoke to our group to such a level that we talked and discussed for hours after the message was over. We felt we had to share this message with our online family. ​

Have We Been Praying Enough?

“Five minutes inside eternity and we will wish that we had sacrificed more, wept more, grieved more, loved and prayed more, and given more.”
-Leonard Ravenhill

We need to ask ourselves, “How serious have I been to do my part in bringing about the miracle of this calamity being lifted off of us? How often have I been getting  on my face and crying out to God for forgiveness for our nation, and crying out for forgiveness for my personal sins? ​

​You Will Not Be Afraid Of The Pestilence (Coronavirus) - Psalm 91:6

FEAR GRIPPED MY HEART and beads of perspiration popped out on my forehead as I feverishly ran my fingers over what felt like a lump in my body. How I dreaded that monthly self-examination the doctor had suggested. My fingertips were as cold as ice from the panic I had worked up just thinking about what I might find, and the turn my life would take from there...You will not be afraid of the pestilence that stalks in darkness.