The High Tide of God

Even from my balcony, I could tell that the pockets of seawater standing along the beach were shallow and placid. Stretches of sand separated these tiny, sunken pools, which dotted the shoreline in every low-lying area. These modest puddles attracted families laden with sunscreen, lounge chairs, and chubby-faced toddlers. Further out, where the Celtic Sea lapped at Combesgate Beach, the more adventurous played …

My Three Vials

By Kandy Persall I hate waste. I’m not sure if it stems from a childhood of pinching pennies or adulthood of recycling in Asia. Anyway, if something seems wasteful, it bothers me. The caveat is that what I consider waste is someone else’s need. I feel that buying tickets to a sporting event is an extravagance, but my husband swears …

The Overflow

  “My cup overflows” (Psalm 23:5)   I don’t know how you have visualized this verse, but I have always pictured some type of large hand pouring liquid into a pewter challis.   Yet, a few months ago, the Lord revealed that His overflowing doesn’t work that way at all.   Instead of coming from an outside source pouring in, …

Fill ‘er up

“My cup overflows” (Psalm 23:5).   Ever been to a restaurant where you asked for refills on something you thought was free – only to find out that you paid for each and every time the waiter brought you a new glass?    Yeah, me too. It’s not a pleasant experience, huh?   It woulda helped to know which beverage …