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 Filling of Spilling
Holy Father, Thank You for choosing us as Your royal priesthood (1 Peter 2:9). When You beckoned us toward You, our very entrance into Your Presence is what set us apart. Yet, this distinction wasn’t just so that we could sit on a shelf and look good. No, we were chosen as people who would “obey and be …
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 …