I am the firstborn and only daughter. I am a sister to two. I am wife to one (who loves me no-matter-what, Yes!). I am Mom to five. I am mother-in-law to four. I am Grandma to ten. I am a missionary in Africa. I am a cellist. I have degrees from institutions of higher learning. I have lived on three continents and in six countries. I speak three languages, more or less.
But this isn’t what I write about. Within the context of all those things, God has shown me that His divine power has granted to me everything I need for life and godliness, through the knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ. I am His. He has everything I need through Him. And that’s what I write about.
A lot of years ago, during a time of intense grief and emotional suffering, a well-meaning Christian psychiatrist advised me to seek “professional counseling” with the explanation, “What you are going through is so difficult that you won’t survive it without this intervention. The Bible is not enough for this situation.” Today, I can joyfully exclaim, with no reservations, that this man was dead wrong. I put God and His Word to the test. He was enough. He is enough. I write in the hopes that you will be convinced and, likewise, encouraged that God’s Word is enough for you, too, regardless of your context.
I can’t say I care too much for poetry, but sometimes my thoughts take the form of free verse. I’m not a chef, but I might include a recipe I made up, just for fun. It’s a treat to lick the spoon, but after my tongue has wiped it clean, there is a table spread …
So, I invite you to box up the self-help books, turn off Christian radio, give your therapist (and your wallet) a break and pick up your Bible with me…a feast is waiting!