peace

Even in the Hollow Places

There are rooms in the heart where chairs sit empty— names we once whispered often now echo like unanswered songs. Miles stretch, misunderstandings linger, illness builds its silent walls, and some doors close with a softness that still stings. Yet even here, in the unlit corners where longing pools, a strange warmth rises— not from…
In the Quiet Places

Inspired by: Psalm 103:2“Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.” I used to search for blessingsin the bright and obvious places—the victories, the open doors,the moments that made my heart lift. But gratitude taught me to listenfor smaller sounds—the soft rustle of mercy behind me,the steady breath of grace within…
When Words Fall Short

Scripture Focus: Job 2:13“So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.” Have you ever watched someone you care about walk through a kind of pain you cannot fix? You can’t unsay the cruel…
Lord of the Harvest

He walked through towns, and dusty lanes,Where sorrow slept and sickness reigned—With healing hands and heaven’s grace,He met each need, each weary face. He taught of peace, He preached the light,He broke the chains of death and night;Yet when He saw the helpless throng,His heart was stirred, His love was strong. Like sheep without a…
My Portion and My Strength

When flesh is weak and courage thin,And shadows crowd the door,I rest upon the God who stays—My strength for evermore. When heart and hope together fail,And fears like embers rise,He lifts my chin to see His face—A refuge for mine eyes. He is my Portion when I lack,My Bread when days are lean;A well that…
When Desperation Meets the Divine

(Inspiration taken from by Mark 5:21–43) Through crowds that pressed like restless waves,Past eyes that turned from her in shame,She moved with steps the years had drainedThrough streets of dust and disarray. Twelve winters stole her strength and name,Each day became a silent plea;Yet hope had bloomed from whispered words—“He heals… He’ll stop. He’ll come…
The Quiet Wealth of Contentment

Scripture Focus: Philippians 4:13