The Keys
To every broken heart He calls The young, the old, the great, the small If you will hear… just listen please He sees your heartaches; they are the keys ~~~…
Category: JOURNEY TO HABAKKUK’S VINEYARD
I began this journey years ago while I was journaling through my own vineyard of brokenness. Then along you came upsetting my simple plan and my fragile mending heart, with all that angry and messy brokenness of your own.
And I saw myself—in you.
Consequently this manuscript evolved. New devotions had to be written to, for, and about you, My Beloved Prodigal.
If not for you, if your stormy life hadn’t bumped into mine, this book wouldn’t exist.
So I give you honor my Beloved—where honor is due.
May God use a couple of square pegs like us, with all our messy storms and our two broken hearts, to guide many wandering “Prodigal-captives” home to Him.
Designer Dungeons
Jeremiah is a great friend of mine. We have spent many days together talking about God and our dungeon experiences. He comforts me. He sent me notes of encouragement from…
The Iron
It is easy in captivity to focus on the “iron bars” that fence me in or the “iron chains” that bind me—my adverse adversaries. They are there each day…
A God Past Finding Out
Why would God deliberately send a famine? To punish the guilty? But, what about the innocent? Is that a God of Justice or a God past finding out? I remember when…
Doin’ The Dailies While Waiting For Deliverance
Is there anything harder than waiting for deliverance? My answer is “No!” I struggle so to do my “dailies” in captivity. To get up each day and face another…
Why This Waste?
That was my question. “Why this waste?” I looked into my father’s face with the tears flooding down mine. He wanted to give me an answer. (He didn’t have…
A Bruised Reed and A Broken Heart
I have become good friends with my fellow captives from the Bible. Joseph, David, Jeremiah, Jonah, and of course, Job. I can relate to their frustration, their questions, and their…
Dearest Captive, He Sees You.
I begin to write these notes to you, with some reluctance, and not a little trepidation. You see, I am like you—a captive. I write this, or should I…
Women With Destiny 