Imagine Mary, a sweet young girl experiencing within her own body the fulfillment of God’s promise to her people. She joyfully praised God with Elizabeth, who was experiencing a miracle pregnancy in her old age. . . .

Water sloshed. Sweat poured. The bread and raisin cakes wore off hours ago, but Jacob was in too deep to quit, now. One-hundred feet above his head, cows mooed and sheep bleated. “Water!” they seemed to cry. Through the pungent air of the well, Jacob sighed.

I wonder what thoughts bubbled up in his mind. Of course, digging was difficult, but did it feel mundane? Ordinary? Dare I say, meaningless? …..

Zechariah and Elizabeth were well-loved and esteemed by their community. They were righteous and observant of God’s commands, yet they had grown old and remained childless. Zechariah had no sons to . . .

A knock on his door woke him.

As he got up to answer it, he realized how late it was. “Who could be here at midnight?” he thought. As he opened the door . . .

My quiet time with the Lord turned into a struggle.  I searched my heart, questioning if I had hidden sin. I kept reading my Bible, praying and singing songs of worship that came to mind. Exhausted from my efforts, I continued . . .

I looked at the face of Jesus and held His beautiful countenance in my hands, inches from mine. He gently kissed my cheek, my forehead, even the tip of my nose. Over and over, He tenderly . . .

I was so moved by this psalm written by Frank Curtiss, that I just had to share it with you (with his permission, of course). Frank is currently writing a book of psalms . . .