Why sing in the rain?
Rains flood souls, even more than streams. Very few escape life untouched, unblemished or maybe destroyed - as was Job's experience. . . .
Rains flood souls, even more than streams. Very few escape life untouched, unblemished or maybe destroyed - as was Job's experience. . . .
As love anchors a child, hope anchors the soul. Hope, love and faith are life's purest lubricants to the human spirit and soul.
Goodness and mercy is punctuated in every soul, yet King David lived expectantly. . .
When giants arise, so too stress. Mental tension marches up and down the avenues of the mind at increasing speed.
There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day.
Hovering over too much of our earthly sojourn are dramatic and dark clouds. At various times we may feel crushed by their immovability.
Popping up regularly on SoulSupply are Biblical promises. They nourish the soul.
I will gather the lost and love the lame. God heals the outcasts, those for whom nobody cares.
The believer learns enormously more in lament than in laughter. As with the scared apostle Peter (while walking on water) the Lord's safe outstretched arm is already there.
Aren't we all alike, for this fundamental temptation is pervasive - to believe our Lord is disinterested, unresponsive or silently ignores the mud and malaise of humanity? This sulfur- fueled…