Posts by Debby Davis

Friends, today is like the days of Joshua when the Lord spoke to him to be strong and courageous.  There is much going on in the world, but we are over-comers.  Don’t give into the feelings of being overwhelmed.  I know things look bleak and the world seems to be a scary place, but remember,…

We are moving, and it has been I daunting task.  The other day Fred was carrying a box into the house, and it slipped right out of his arms, and as it fell to the floor, I heard the glass inside the box shatter into a thousand pieces. Fred looked up at me, feeling bad,…

Having experienced the epic climax of his career, the prophet wallowed in despair.  Frustration dogged him like a rabid hound looking for someone to pick a fight with.  One would think Elijah would be happy, feeling at the top of his game, but no. He was depressed and anxious, and he fought demons of suicide. …

How long he had been in the old dried-up, well, he didn’t know.  It was only a few hours, but already it felt like a lifetime.  Joseph paced back and forth in the tiny space.  He tried to sit, but he was too fidgety. All he wanted was to get out, but the pit was…

I’ve had many opportunities to witness people suffering, from poverty-stricken children in developing nations to saints of God dying in hospital rooms.  Each situation demands an answer to the question “why?”  Why do innocent children suffer?  Why do wonderful people who have spent their whole life serving God suffer?  Why do you and I suffer? …

My dad used to tell everyone, “I was born an old man.”  Of course he wasn’t born an old man, but he was born with the wisdom of an old man.  People would come to him with their problems, and my dad would know just the right thing to say.  Sometimes he would pray for…

My grandmother Eleanor, (Cheri and I always called her Eleanor, not out of disrespect, but because that is what she told us to call her) was a powerfully effective woman of prayer.  She always spent a long time in prayer every evening.  She would get down on her knees beside her bed and pray into…

One night when my sister Cheri was seven or eight, she told me she was going to go on a trip to see the world.  She packed her bag with snacks, and a change of clothes, and waited until after dark.  We were tucked into bed and the lights turned off when she told me…

Someplace between the last day of my seventeenth year and the next day, when I turned eighteen, I grew up.  At least that is the way my dad treated me.  A few days after my eighteenth birthday, I asked him if I should go to music school or Bible school.  He had been telling me…