I received the gift when I was just a young girl.   Knees bent, heart open, faith simple and small — but sincere. I didn’t know all the right words. I didn’t understand the full depth of what I was saying yes to. But I knew this: Jesus loved me. He died for me. And I wanted to follow Him.   That moment marked me.   Not because I instantly became someone polished or perfect — but because something deep and eternal began. A rescue. A relationship. A slow, steady unwrapping of a

We came across this little one on a walk through our woods, a tiny fawn, curled into the leaves - still, small, and unseen.   At first, we almost missed it. Its dappled coat blended perfectly with the forest floor, and only when the sunlight shifted did we see it - wide eyes open, unmoving, waiting.   It wasn’t lost. It wasn’t afraid. It was doing exactly what it was created to do - resting, hidden where its mother placed it, trusting she would return.   And I couldn’t stop

“ ...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion... ” Philippians 1:6 (NIV) At last, upon the potters’ wheel, my heart it soared with glee. At last, the Master, He would make me what He wanted me to be. With joy, I yielded fully to His kind and gentle touch He shaped me and He molded me, and I loved it very much. And as the wheel spun, round and round, the vision became clear of how my Master, He would use me, and my heart burs