If we just give God the little that we have, we can trust Him to make it go around.
Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.
Satan labels you. God names you.
Love is the seed of all hope. It is the enticement to trust, to risk, to try, to go on.
There is something in every season, in every day, to celebrate with thanksgiving.
There are times when I draw near enough to touch Him, then I know that He has been there all the time