Praise God! The Bishop opened the Churches in South Florida! Sunday I attended Mass in person for the first time in three months. We, the Body of Christ, were back facing down fear for Faith. It had me questioning the price of security! Continue reading “Where is My Security?”
Darkness descended over Milly’s Realm. I kept my head up against the wind. The Strength of the Most High supported me and protected my flank. The storm clouds became black with greed, lies, and corruption. Sickness invades and death follows. Fear runs rampant through the inhabitants. We hide our faces. The economy crashes and jobs are lost. Continue reading “Lessons from Darkness”
I am praying you are blessed this Easter and Passover. I woke praising God again. I couldn’t stop it. The evil one pricked me with guilt and I didn’t buy it! Not one little bit. I have found joy in the shadows. Continue reading “Praise, Stars, and Treasure”
Have you found the joy of hunkering down yet? What is your perspective of the Crisis with a capital “C.” Once I got past the fear, I found sparks of Joy. It is time to find our bond to heaven. Continue reading “Crisis Perspective”
An awesome thing happened to me this week! I lived the parable of the lost coin. Remember this one? Continue reading “Lost & Found”
The Sunday morning sun broke the sky in South Florida high and bright. The possibilities for the day are endless. Don’t you just love having choices? I know I do! Continue reading “Trying On the Possibilities”
The day after our 4th of July holiday aka Independence Day, I opened my WordPress account to check my stats. What do I find? An empty blog post titled “Home.” Continue reading “What is Milly Up To?”
His Hands, your hands, and my hands, God has a few things to say about the work of hands. For me it started with a scripture:
Psalms 90:17 “And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us,
And establish the work of our hands for us;
Yes, establish the work of our hands. [NKJV]” Continue reading “The Work of Hands”
In the last month, I noticed the differences in a few Catholic Churches. My chosen place of worship, the one I call my “Lighthouse.” Another was the mountain parish Church we attended on our trip to North Carolina. Continue reading “The Beauty in Differences”
