LIVING IN THE LAST HOUR

My previous INITIALS were iam. This is a picture of the tower of the americas in my BEAUTIFUL city of San Antonio.

Category: Purposed Thoughts

  • Who is this God? “Thus says the Lord, the King of Israel, And his Redeemer, the Lord of hosts: ‘I am the First and I am the Last; Besides Me there is no God. And who can proclaim as I do? Then let him declare it and set it in order for Me, since I…

  • Surrender vs. Commitment Adrian Rogers, a famous 20th-century Baptist pastor, once went on a mission trip to Romania. Over the course of two weeks, he bonded with his interpreter but hadn’t learned much about the man’s thoughts. So toward the end of the trip, he asked the man, “Tell me, what do you think of…

  • I learned this week that fear can set in where there is weakness. My weakness was learning that I might be facing Chronic Kidney disease. Why? Well, my mother suffered through it for more than 25 years. She spent more than 20 years strapped to a Kidney dialysis machine, three days a week for eight…

  • Last week, my husband and I took the family for a day at the beach for some fun and some fishing. The grand-kids had a blast! They had never fished before and were bugging my husband to teach them how to fish. My husband had taken all his stuff for a day of fishing. The…

  • Our lives are shaped by our experiences. Happy childhood = happy adulthood – for the most part. Tragic childhood = strife. And there are always exceptions. Still, no one seems to understand us better than someone who has been in our shoes – for the good or the bad. Someone crosses our path that speaks…

  • The Lord uses any and all situations to drive home a message. On Friday, my husband and I were on our way downtown to meet our daughter and her fiance for dinner. We had left early (75 min. early) giving us plenty of time to get to the restaurant, find parking and such. Well, it was…

  • As our world grows ever smaller – we hear of it more often these days. Another person goes missing, a child, a woman, a man. It gives me a sense of helplessness. I pray and ask God “Where is she my Lord?” “Who would take a defenseless child?” “Why have they not found her, or…