I was just thinking… If we say that salvation is progressive— I loathe the word progressive these days—and that there is not that moment when we are set free from the law of sin and death, then we obviously are still under the law, trying by our own feeble efforts to save ourselves. How debilitating. Besides, that’s not going to happen. We don’t have what it takes. Or maybe we’re waiting for God to perform some random act of kindness toward us that will take us out of the misery of not knowing whether we’re saved or not, because it is a progressive thing, and if it is a progressive thing, then whenever will God do whatever it is He wants to do to make  it happen? See how outrageous it sounds? There is an answer, you know. Romans 8:2 says, “For the law of the Spirit of life In Christ Jesus hath made me FREE from the law of sin and death.” We never had to work for it in the first place. The freedom Christ gives is—let’s see— FREE ! Paid for i...

Why must we always be speaking? Speaking nothing of importance. Lips moving at all times. The act of aloneness with God escapes us. We seem not to need solitude in which to allow Him to sift through our thoughts and bring us to sensibilities. I think sometimes the noise and cares of life overpower, literally shut down, our desire to think things through. It's called the way of least resistance. Simply because we think our lips must be flapping at all times. What we have to say, in our humble opinion, is far better than what He would like to say to us. Those inspired pithy sayings that King Solomon compiled into the book called Proverbs are for our benefit. I love this one: Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace,  is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips  is esteemed a man of understanding (17:28). Isn't that priceless? Such words of wisdom from— let's see, the wisest man who ever lived. My husband (of fifty-two years) and I talk incessantl...

My secret place— not really a secret. It's where I long to be. When the world around me moves too fast, to this place I often flee. Or when I deny myself access to a throne of His grace simply by virtue of my neglect I return—I hasten to the place where mercy drops 'round me fall. Just me—myself. But there—well, I'm never alone. I have set the Lord always before me: Because He is at my right hand, I shall not be moved (Psalm 16:8). Fascinating. And He's there in this trysting place. Neither will he move, for he has already said he would never leave nor forsake me . Psalm 39:4-5; 7; 13 Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am. Thou hast made my days as a handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee. O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence,...