Oh, God, help me fix my eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of my faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, has sat down at the right hand of your throne, O God.
Who is your favorite author? I have several who God has used in my life and several who take me to places or times I wish I could go.
I love treasure hunting, whether it’s going to the antique mall with my husband or grandkids, the thrift store or a garage sale. A treasure can take on many shapes, sizes, and forms. It can be very old or brand new. It might be something that was given to you by a friend, family member, or even God. Treasuries remind us of times past and the people who gave them to us pictures my grandkids have drawn or painted, a teacup that invokes a memory of a special day with friends, a photograph that makes me laugh or smile, a rose that takes my breath away and takes me to the very presence of God!
Matt. 26:36-46 and Luke 22:41-44
As I am sitting in my quiet place watching it lightly snow, I find the Lord speaking to me about the word “separation.” It is hard being separated from my family, friends, church family, the sweet lady at Wal-Mart that I enjoy talking to or just the face-to-face contact with people I so miss! On Saturday, preparing for Easter service, a precious gal whom I usually hug looked at me from a distance and said “air hug.”