My niece, Paula, was the daughter I never had.  In every issue, I wanted to be on her side.  Even when she was grown and married with her own children, I looked out for her.  I didn’t like it when the kids were sassy or disobedient toward her.

One day her little daughter said to me, “Aunt Faye, you are always on Mama’s side.”

I didn’t know it was so obvious, but she was right.

We all need an ally.

I remember when I first heard that word, “ally.”  It was during the Second World War, and I was in the third grade.  Even eight-year-olds knew that a terrible conflict was raging in our world.  I was especially aware because I had three big brothers fighting overseas.

My teacher explained to us that our country, The United States of America, had some help fighting the war.  We were not alone.  There were other countries, on our side.  We needed their help to win. Those countries were our allies and we were theirs.  We were a team.

I also remember VE Day, Victory in Europe, and VJ Day, Victory in Japan.  The dark days of war were over.  There was rejoicing in the streets.  We won with our allies.

We all face dark and worrisome times in everyday life.  You may, even now, be confronting a desperate situation.  You feel like you are standing alone—there is no ally in sight.  These past few months have been some of the most difficult of my life, and they are not yet over.  I have dealt with legal problems for which I had no preparation—I have made decisions for which I was ill-equipped.  At times I have felt utterly alone knowing that there was not another human being who really knew what was going on, and yet I had an ALLY.

I HAD AN ALLY!  I turned to Psalm 124.

Psalm 124 is a song of praise written by King David in celebration of his triumphal return to Jerusalem after his son Absalom tried to usurp the throne.

In Psalm 124:1-3, David said, “If it had not been the Lord who was on our side, now may Israel say. If it had not been the Lord who was on our side, when men rose up against us…they would have swallowed us up alive;”

In the year 1582, this psalm was sung on a remarkable occasion in Edinburgh, Scotland. A Scottish preacher had been wrongfully accused and imprisoned by enemies of the Gospel.  On the day John Durie was set free, he was met outside the prison and welcomed by two hundred of his friends.  The number increased until he found himself thronged by a company of two thousand, who began to sing, as they marched up High Street.  The words of the old song rang out as they solemnly sang, in four parts, all joining in the well-known tune and psalm—“Now Israel may say, if it had not been the Lord who was on our side…”

As they sang, they were deeply moved, and so were all who heard.  It is said that the man who was chiefly responsible for the preacher’s wrongful imprisonment, was more alarmed by the song and the sight of the marching believers than anything he had ever seen in Scotland.

So!  Does the Lord take sides?  Absolutely!  He was on John Durie’s side and He is on your side.  HE IS YOUR ALLY!

If you are one of His, God the Father is on your side.  He loves you. You belong to Him.  You are as dear to Him as the apple of his eye.  In turbulent times, He is your peace.  In trials, He is your strong arm.  He supplies your needs, keeps you by His power, and saves you from your enemies.  You have nothing to fear from any quarter.

“If it had not been the Lord who was on our side…”  But He is.  There are no “ifs, ands, or buts about it.  He is on our side.

David ends this psalm by saying in verse 8, “Our help is in the Name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth.”

He has not fashioned a few little things alone, but out of nothing and with the aid of nothing, He made all that now is.  All heaven and the whole earth are the works of His hands.  If He can do all this, surely He can care for me.  As long as I can see heaven and earth I will not be afraid.  My present help and future hope is in the name of the Lord.

Remember, HE IS YOUR ALLY, and…


The sun will come out tomorrow!


I’ve had to apologize multiple times the last few weeks.

My sister is now safe and well taken care of, but I am embroiled in all the legal loose ends trying to settle every issue concerning her life and property.

don’t know much about the legal system, and that leaves me feeling vulnerable and uncertain.  I don’t like that feeling   It puts me in a bad mood.

Sometimes this bad mood extends beyond the legal difficulties and spills over into everyday situations.  I was rude to my hair dresser last week.  All day long people had been telling me “no.”  Her “no” was one too many.  I did apologize, but she was not impressed with my humility.

At the tax office, I waited knowing I would be late for my next appointment, while the accountant, with whom we had dealt for years, made sure my check had cleared.

“It’s okay,” she said.  “It went through.”

“I could have told you that,” I muttered, as I hurried out the door.  I have been honest and forthright all my life.  It really irks me to be treated any other way.

When I called the local utility company, I had all the information needed to arrange for my sister’s final payment.  However, I was told that I could not take care of it over the phone.  Finally, in frustration, I said, “Honey, I’m not trying to steal anything.  I’m trying to make sure you get your money.”

As required, I did go to the office.  A sweet lady said to me, “I see you tried to take care of this by phone.”

“Yes,” I replied.  “I’m afraid I wasn’t very kind.  I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it’s all here on the record,” she said.

I left the office realizing that the spoken word is never completely erased.  It will hang around somewhere in the universe forever.  In fact scientists tell us that every word ever spoken throughout time still hangs in the atmosphere, and one day, they will be able to retrieve those words, and we will hear, for example, the voice of Abraham Lincoln as he delivered the Gettysburg Address.

Now, that is amazing.  That is exciting.  Less exciting is the prospect that someone, centuries from now, might be able to hear the hateful words I have spouted during this stressful time.

I can make all kinds of excuses for my bad behavior.  I have been dealing with my sister’s situation for months.  I am weary down to the bone.  This is not working.  That is not working.  I am stressed out!

None of these excuses suffice, however, and saying “I’m sorry” is not enough for the sharp words have already wounded—they have already offended.

Saying “I’m sorry” is difficult for many, because it is an admission of wrong doing.  Others wave off an offense with a casual “Sorry” without any real remorse.

When I apologize, I do mean it, but at the same time I am aware that the hurt has not necessarily been expunged.

In Psalm 19:14, King David prays, “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.”

This must be my first consideration.  What does God think about this?  Is this acceptable to Him?

My words are the product of my thoughts.  Those stinging barbs are birthed by my thoughts long before they are given voice.  I must guard my thoughts.

Philippians 4:8 instructs us, “…whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.

I guarantee you.  If you fill your mind with those wondrous things, there will be little space for anything else.

David ends his prayer in Psalm 19:14, by addressing God as his strength and his Redeemer.

He is our strength.  There is no way, on my own, to measure up to God’s requirements, but He is my strength.  I can do all things through Him.  He is my Redeemer.  He has bought me with the price of His own Son.  My greatest desire is to honor him by what I think, the words I speak and the things I do.

The apostle Paul tells us to think like Jesus thinks.  Remember—

The sun will come out tomorrow!





When I lived in Belgium, it was almost impossible to get anything done during the months of July and August.  Almost every smaller business – electricians, plumbers, neighborhood grocers, etc – were closed up tighter than a drum.  The Europeans prize their month long vacation and take advantage of every moment.  The Belgians go to the south of France and the French go to Spain—anywhere to catch some rays.  The lights are off and the sign is on the door.  “GONE FISHIN’”!  Actually, the sign just says “FERME – CLOSED,” but it means the same thing.   “Don’t call.  Don’t knock.  Don’t ask.  I will not answer.  I am not available.”
fishing-909554_1920Do you ever feel like God has “GONE FISHIN’?” 

For many months I have been talking to God about a desperate need in my family.  I have prayed, I have cried, I have begged, I have bargained, I have even told God how to do it, but the heavens are silent without a whisper of encouragement.  Has He heard?  Does He care?

I am reminded of the story of Elijah and a bunch of false prophets.  Elijah was concerned because Israel had forsaken God and turned to the worship of Baal.  So he challenged these prophets to a contest.  Elijah would offer a sacrifice to his God, and the prophets of Baal would offer a sacrifice to their god.  The god that answered by fire would be the one true god to be worshiped.  The prophets of Baal went first.  They prepared their sacrifice, and they prayed, man did they pray, from morning till noon, but there was no answer.  Elijah mocked them saying, “Cry louder. Maybe he is meditating, or he is busy.  Perhaps he is on vacation, or he is asleep, or he’s GONE FISHIN’.” Still, no matter what they did, even to the bloody cutting of themselves, there was no reply.

fish-1755473_1280Now, I can understand that.  The god they prayed to was no god at all.  He was the figment of someone’s imagination.  And those so called prophets were greatly deceived, but what about that person who really loves our God and lives to please Him.  What about you and me?  What about our needs?  Why hasn’t my God, who can surely do anything, answered my prayer?  Doesn’t He care anymore?  Has He “GONE FISHIN’?”

In contrast to those false prophets, the Prophet Daniel was a man of impeccable character.  Daniel’s whole life was spent in faithful service to God.  God revealed to Daniel some things that were going to happen, in the future, to his people, Israel.  This revelation made Daniel very sad, so he prayed.

Daniel 10:2, “In those days, I Daniel, was mourning three full weeks.  I ate no pleasant food, no meat or wine came into my mouth, nor did I anoint myself at all, till three whole weeks were fulfilled.

If I understand correctly, Daniel prayed without ceasing for those three weeks.  He fasted and prayed earnestly even neglecting his own personal needs.  Why didn’t God answer him right away?

We sometimes think God doesn’t answer us, because of something we have or have not done.  That may or may not be true.  However, this was not the case with Daniel.  He was one of the very few in the Bible against whom not one charge was ever levied.  He was a Godly man, but he had to wait for his answer.

So, why doesn’t God answer immediately?

In Luke 11:9, Jesus says, “…ask and it will be given to you…”

            John 14:14:  “If you ask anything in My name, I will do it.”

 boy-909552_1920Matthew 21:22:  “And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive.”

That’s pretty clear.  Isn’t it?

I’ve thought a lot about this, and I believe I know some of the reasons we don’t get our answers immediately.

  1. God wants relationship with me. Every moment I spend in God’s presence I am learning to know Him better.  If, when I run into His presence crying “give me, give me, give me, He answers immediately, then I don’t have to come back until I need something else.
  2. What I want is not always what I need. God knows that better than I do, so He, sometimes, says “NO!  That’s an answer.
  3. God’s timing is perfect. No matter how long we wait for the answer GOD IS NEVER TOO LATE.  When Jairus asked Jesus to come heal his daughter, Jesus went with him.  On the way, a servant met them with the news, “…your daughter is dead.  Jesus doesn’t need to come.”  Jesus answered, “Don’t be afraid; only believe,” and THE DAUGHTER WAS HEALED.  God always answers on time.
  4. Some of God’s promises come with contingencies. Psalm 37:4:  “Delight…in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.”  TRY SOME DELIGHTING!
  5. In Daniel’s case, Gabriel told him that, from the first day he prayed, God heard every word, and sent Gabriel with the answer. But Gabriel was delayed, for twenty – one days, by evil forces. (Daniel 10:12 – 13.)   We have an enemy, who does not want God’s goodness for us.  Consequently, he sometimes interferes delaying the answer.

Has God “GONE FISHIN’?”  Not on your life!

Our Great God, who created all that now exists, is not stymied by your need.  His promises are true, and HIS ANSWER IS ON THE WAY!





A New Song…


I have been a singer all of my life.  But, a time came when I lost my song.  I couldn’t find a reason to sing.

In the spring of 2010, at the age of seventy-four, I retired (kind of, sort of.)  I don’t think I really thought it through.  It just seemed like time for me to live near family.  So, I bought a house, my first house ever, and moved to the Arizona desert leaving behind friends and colleagues of a lifetime.

I imagined my nieces and nephews throwing me a house warming party for my new abode.  My sisters would weep with gratitude at my return after such a long absence, and any church would be glad to have me, wouldn’t it?  After all, I had racked up many years of   experience and wisdom and skills in a variety of ministries.

These were not conscious thoughts, of course.  Certainly they were never verbalized.  They were there, none the less, hiding deep inside my attitude.

What a blow to my ego!  There were no banner headlines, no parties and no rejoicing at my return.  At church, I was just another congregant among a multitude of others.

I was totally lost!  I missed my ministry.  I missed the pulpit.  I missed my friends, and I missed the esteem that I had always been accorded.  I didn’t know anyone, and even worse, no one knew me.  I had lost my identity.

Friends had told me how exciting and how much fun retirement would be.  They talked of travel and golf and leisure, but there was nothing fun about any of this.

I would go to a small church, I decided, so that I could really get involved and be of service.  I would go where someone really needed me.  I tried, but I soon discovered that no one was interested. I was attempting to invade a tight knit church family discovering that they didn’t want anyone else.

After several months, I left whining, “I can’t do this anymore, Lord.”

No one ever called to see whether or not I died.  All that information they had demanded of me, was a total waste.

Following that experience, I went to a large church.  I liked the church.  I liked the people.  The preaching was good, and I liked the way they did things.  But, nothing had changed for me.  I was still lonely and alone, and my heart was devoid of song.

Sitting there on Sunday morning I was tempted to stand and shout, “Somebody!  Put me in charge of something.”   I made myself go to church faithfully and went through all the motion, but most Sunday’s I just felt like crying.

It is wonderful how God knows our thoughts and feels our feelings, and how He arranges for just what we need.

One morning, our sweet worship leader began to sing a song about seasons and how we can always find a reason to sing no matter what is going on in our life.  If I quote the words to that song, I’ll have to pay somebody big bucks.  Song writers are funny about things like that.   So I’ll depend on you to know exactly what I am talking about.

As those around me sang, I suddenly woke up knowing that God was speaking directly to me telling me that no matter how difficult life seemed I had many things for which to be thankful.

I went home thinking about seasons and singing remembering the greatest vacation I ever enjoyed.  I traveled, with friends, to New England in the fall of the year, when the whole world was resplendent with color.  It was impossible to take in all the beauty surrounding us.  We drove up and down the hills in Vermont singing the “Hallelujah Chorus.” It was easy to sing in the midst of all that glory.

Summer and winter, spring and fall are not the only seasons of life.  I found myself in a dry desert season both physically and spiritually.  The Arizona desert is an extremely dry place, but no dryer than my spirit at the time.

No matter what troublesome season you are trying to navigate at the moment, be assured, God has made provision for you.  He has provided rain for the dry places.

Joel 2:23 – 24 says, “…He will cause the rain to come down for you…and the vats shall overflow with new wine and oil.” 

Isaiah 35:1 – 2 tells us, “… The desert shall rejoice…even with joy and singing…”

In the midst of the desert, God put a new song in my mouth, and I remembered a multitude of reasons to sing.

Psalm 40:3, “He has put a new song in my mouth – praise to our God…”












































































“There’s an all seeing eye watching you. Every step that you take His great eye is awake. There’s an all seeing eye watching you.”

When I was a little kid, we used to sing that old song in church. Those fearful words petrified me. Lying in bed, in the middle of the night, I could see that giant eye, one eye only, an eye with 20/20 vision, moving slowly back and forth, carefully watching everything I did, noting every little piece of mischief, and every scrap of disobedience. There was no way to escape that terrible eye.

However, as an adult, my thoughts concerning this “ALL SEEING EYE,” have totally changed. For now, I understand, and that truth that caused me nightmares, as a child, now blesses the socks off of me. Think of it! I am never out of God’s view or out of His mind. At any given moment, He knows exactly where I am and what I am doing.

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Now, I grant you that fact is rather disconcerting to an unrighteous man, who doesn’t necessarily want God to look in on his life. But to the one who loves and serves God, and longs after Him, God’s awareness of every detail of life is, to him, like Linus’ security blanket.

What a wonderfully assuring thing it is to know that God has my life in view!

Psalm 139 has always been a marvelous encouragement to me. First, David tells us that God is “acquainted with all our ways.” He knows every word we speak before it is ever uttered, and David continues by saying, “He has laid His hand upon me.” Think about it! As unbelievable as it may seem, God’s divine hand has touched your life. He has touched my life.

Just writing about it brings such wonder to my spirit.

In verses 7 – 10, David says, I can’t get away from you, God. “Where can I flee from your

“If I ascend into heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Your hand shall lead me, and Your right hand shall hold me.” By this time, David must have been dancing a gig shouting “GLORY! HALLELUJAH! HE IS MY GOD!”

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In verse 16, we read that every day of our life was planned before one of them ever came to be, before we ever existed. I cried the night before I flew off to Poland declaring that I wouldn’t go a step. That was in the days before “THE WALL” between the east and the west came down.


I was taking a bunch of religious materials for my teaching assignment. I had no idea what would happen, when the authorities searched my luggage. Perhaps I would be thrown into prison never to be seen again. I‘d heard stories like that.

When I entered the terminal in Warsaw, they already had my number. The loudspeaker was blaring, “Will the American woman from flight so and so please come to window number three?” I must admit, in that moment, this gal, who claimed never to be afraid of BUT GOD! God knew of this moment in my life before time began. He had already made all the arrangements. I haltingly answered the official’s questions, and he let me go without ever opening my luggage. God walked me through that terminal and sat with me and my belongings in an illegal taxi (What did this dumb girl know?) until I was safely at the domestic terminal ready to continue my journey.

Psalm 124:1 says, “If it had not been the Lord who was on our side,”

God was on my side that week in the city of Cieszyn, Poland, as I taught people who were eager to serve Him. When it was time to return to Brussels, all flights were cancelled because of a political uprising in Warsaw, and, yes, God already knew about that. So, with my translator, we suffered a wild taxi ride through a cold, snowy February afternoon to the railhead, where we boarded an overcrowded, no seats available train, for a five hour trip to Warsaw. Yes, God knew about that too.

On Monday evening, I flew back to Brussels with an overwhelming joy at the knowledge that God watched every step of the way.

Dear Reader, like it or not, “There’s an all seeing eye watching you.” He knows exactly what your day holds and the difficulties you will face. He has already provided for your victory.

Let the knowledge of his care draw you nearer to Him.




“All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty together again.”  We have always pictured Humpty Dumpty as an egg.  The implication is, when Humpty fell off the wall, he was shattered into smithereens; beyond hope and beyond help.  Even the king with all his resources could not restore him.

Shortly after Cecil and I set up housekeeping together, I heard a crash in the kitchen.  Cecil had kindly volunteered to do the breakfast dishes.  When I went to investigate, I found him standing in the middle of the room with shards of glass all around.  He looked like a little boy doomed for punishment.

“It’s just a coffee carafe,” I assured him.  “We can replace it.”

Can you imagine trying to put it back together? This piece goes here and that piece goes there, and these millions of little shards don’t fit anywhere.  Just throw it away.

Broken things are easily disposable or replaceable.  Broken lives are another matter.

We all suffer brokenness sooner or later in this life.

When the doctor said surgery was impossible and I should take Cecil home and enjoy him for the days given us, something inside me shattered into nine million little pieces that flew off in every direction.  There was no way to put me, the me I had always known, back together again.  When he breathed his last precious breath, people came with sympathy, food, hugs, prayers and advice.

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While I appreciated everything offered, I discovered it wasn’t sympathy or food or advice I needed.  I needed Cecil.  I needed to go back to yesterday, when life was sweet and the future promised everything we had dreamed of.

“Nothing else can make me whole again,” I thought.

“Nothing else can make me whole again,” I thought.

Someone said, “Well, what about praising the Lord?”

“Well, what about it?” I answered.

Perhaps that would have been considered a noble thing, but I was in no condition to praise anyone.  I just wanted to know “why.”  Why did God allow this?  What did I do wrong?

I did pray.  My prayers consisted mostly of a dreadful howl, “O God, I need, I need you!  Please help me.”


Over a period of two years, as I stumbled through the days crying out to the Lord and trying my best to concentrate upon His word, piece by piece my life came together again.  I don’t know when the restoration began, and I wasn’t aware of its progression, but I do remember the morning I crawled out of bed and KNEW that life was going to be good again.  What all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not do, God can and did do.  He did not reproduce that same gal, who was a bit arrogant and self-assured, but just as the potter did, He made me again into another vessel, as it seemed good to Him – a better, stronger vessel.  There will always be a place in my heart where Cecil fit perfectly, but I am ready to sing again.  I am ready to live again, doing whatever God wills.

Perhaps you are hurting today.  Something in you is broken.  You’re life is in ruins.  Divorce has taken its toll, your beloved child is gone, the doctor has just pronounced your death sentence, or you’ve lost your home.   Maybe your brokenness is simply the result of your own foolish mistakes.

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With the Psalmist you are saying, “I am forgotten.  I am like a broken vessel.” You are thinking, “Nothing will ever be the same again.”  You’re right.  It won’t, but –

I am here to tell you that life can and will be better, because God is a God of complete restoration.

Remember Job?  When he lost his seven sons and three daughters, all of his great wealth, and finally his health, he said, “Even if God kills me still I will trust Him.”  In Job 42:2 – 3, he said to God, “I know that You can do everything, and that no purpose of Yours can be withheld from you.” In other words, God can do anything He wants to do.

He wanted to restore Job, and He did.  Job had seven more sons and three more daughters.  His wealth was doubled, and his health restored.

Jesus wants to restore you.  He came and died on Calvary to fix ruined lives.

David said, “The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart…” Ps. 34:18, and again in Ps. 147:3, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”

In Luke 4:18, Jesus, Himself, said, “The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me,…He has sent me to heal the brokenhearted.”


You need not live in despair.  Jesus is tomorrow’s SONSHINE!






Promises, Promises!


Have you ever broken a promise?  Of course, you have.  We all have.  We break promises for a variety of reasons.

Sometimes a promise, made in good faith with every good intention, is broken because unexpected circumstances prevent the keeping of it.

Some promises are broken, simply because the person making it changed his mind.

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Others promises are broken, because, the person who promised simply lied.  He had no intention, from the beginning, of keeping his word.

Early in our relationship, I asked Cecil to make me a promise.


I don’t remember now what it was about, but he laughingly refused.  Only later did I learn that, from his childhood, He was taught he must never make a promise to anyone.

That teaching was based on Matthew 5:33 – 37 and James 5:12.  Both references give the same admonition telling us that we must not swear at all.  Those who influenced Cecil, interpreted this to mean that we must never make a promise at all, for we are incapable of keeping promises.  Only God can do that.

Well, don’t you know, this caused a bit of an uproar before our wedding.

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When I showed my sweetheart the wedding ceremony that my brother had written for us, Cecil said, I can’t do that.  I can’t make that vow!”

I was flabbergasted!  “You can’t promise to love me, and cherish me, and be faithful to me,” I asked in astonishment?

 “You know I will,” he said worriedly, “but I can’t say it that way.”

My creative brother found a way to rewrite that part of the ceremony to accommodate my worried groom.  To my way of thinking, it was only a matter of semantics.  I knew Cecil would do exactly as he said because he was a truthful man.

However, avoiding promises, because you might break them, is not the issue.  The issue is one of truth because God witnesses every word we speak.  When we lightly commit ourselves to something without any real guilt at our failure to follow through, we treat people unjustly and deceitfully no matter how trivial the promise.  What if the broken promise is important enough to wreck havoc in life?

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Years ago, I watched a segment of the Oprah Winfrey show. She prefaced her program by saying that America is in trouble because we have become a nation of liars.   Earlier, she had provided a diary for certain people in her audience asking them to record each time they had lied during the previous week.

She began to question the audience asking, “How many times did you lie?”

“Thirteen,” came a reply.

“And you,” she asked?

“Thirty-five times.”

“What about you?”


With each response, the roar of laughter increased until the audience was totally out of control.  For some reason, it was hilarious, the fact that their friends and neighbors were liars.

If honesty prevailed among us; if we were not inconsistent and hypocritical, promises would never be necessary.  A truly good person can live by the truth of his sayings and the reality of his actions.  He need make no promises.  His “yes” means “yes,” and his “no” means “no.”

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So, you will agree with me that promises are often broken, and broken promises often do great harm.  Perhaps someone has broken his promise to you.  Maybe it was a wedding vow or a financial contract.  You can put your broken promise in the blank.  Whatever it was, it was life changing inflicting unbearable hurt upon you.  Be encouraged today.

There is still one who always keeps His promises.

It is impossible to count the promises of God contained in the Bible, though some have tried.  It has been estimated that there are between 3,000 and 8,000 promises, and, according to Romans 4:21, God has power to keep them all.  Hebrews 10:23 says He will do just that.

In Numbers 23:19, we read, “God is not a man that He should lie, nor a son of man, that he should change His mind.  Does He speak and then not act?  Does He promise and not fulfill?”

1 Kings 8:56 says, “…Not one word has failed of all the good promises He gave…”

2 Corinthians 1:20, “For no matter how many promises God has made they are YES in Christ.”

“His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness through our knowledge of him who called us by His own glory and goodness. Through these, He has given us His VERY GREAT AND PRECIOUS PROMISES so that through them you may participate in the divine nature and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires.”