Rhonda’s Blog

Someone asked me, and rightly so, “Did the your local doctor actually hear anything?  Was she wrong?” No, I don’t think so.  I absolutely believe that she heard a loud

Such have been the themes of my heart for the last four weeks and change. Yesterday we got our answers, for that’s when we loaded the tribe in the BMV

“Am I God of the universe?” He’d said.  “Yes, You are.” “Am I omnipotent?” “Yes, You are.” “Is My arm shortened, that it cannot save?” “No.  It’s not.” “Am I omniscient?”

My way. I paused over number three, that particular thorn in my flesh that’s persisted now for months.  “Commit thy way…”  The answer, I knew, was coming.  I’d committed it

He continued.  “It’s not that the others couldn’t have done very well without me.”  But, he said, “It was real disappointing.  I felt like the disciples on the way to

Much living happens down below in the valley and in the daily struggle to ascend to the heights.  There’s little glamor there, one knows, in the sweat and toil, in sun’s glare

To this mother who had a rare opportunity to lie abed for just a while longer, it may as well have been a brass band that marched through the kitchen

With the wind on my face and the warmth of the sun, with notes of a birdsong trilling here and there, it was His voice I heard.  “Can you give

“Did it scare you?”  This to Little. “Yes.” “Did you talk to Jesus about it?” Yes, he said.  He’d talked to Jesus about it, and He’d made that scary old