Yet another devastating, senseless shooting.

Listening, watching as a father shares his raw heartbroken, anguished grief for the son he loves. Sorrow upon sorrow. No parent should send their child to school, university, work only to have their life violently, fearfully stopped.

Fathomless depravity and sickness drives a person to deliberately choose to walk into a place filled with strangers to kill them.

Darkness stalks this land in the form of deranged mad-people. A darkness that extinguishes the flame of hope. Without hope there is only despair.

Rather than sink into despair and depression I choose HOPE. The hope that does not disappoint even when stepping through wave after wave of disappointment and discouragement.

In the New Testament letter written to the Ephesians states that we were dead in our disobedience against God, walking in the ways of the devil. As I read through the passage over and over, in preparation for a sermon some months ago, I concluded we’re deviant dead people drifting in darkness until we encounter the Light of the world, Jesus, who willingly dove into this dark cesspool to rescue us from evil and give us a hope for the eternal future where all will be well as God originally intended before Satan destroyed, through half-truths of deception, the face to face loving relationship people had with God.

Today I am grateful for
– Hope!
– the Light will overcome the darkness once and for all
– darkness dissipates when strong light shines.
– Perfect Love that casts out fear


Author: Wanda J

I never dreamed my life would be entangled with fiber and the tools used to produce fibery items. When I bought a boat shuttle used in weaving Ed looked at it, decided to make a better one and the rest is history. For a decade he made shuttles, crochet hooks, knitting needles, until his spindles became so popular that he had to devote his time to making them, as well as Walking Wheels. Free time is spent reading, trying to coax food from the ground, and playing in the creek near our place. I love long walks and camping far from crowds. Playing a fiddle beside a stream or with good friends brings sweetness to my soul. Sundays are set aside for worshiping God with our small Quaker meeting.