Like many of you, I have seasons in my life when one portion of Scripture seems to come to mind almost daily. I’ve been living in Psalm 16 for the last few months. As familiar as it is (like fried rice to someone living in Asia), it is feeding my soul. Here it is:
A psalm of David.
Keep me safe, O God, for I have come to you for refuge. (1)
I said to the LORD, “You are my Master! Every good thing I have comes from you.” (2)
The godly people in the land are my true heroes! I take pleasure in them! (3)
Troubles multiply for those who chase after other gods. I will not take part in their sacrifices of blood or even speak the names of their gods. (4)
LORD, you alone are my inheritance, my cup of blessing. You guard all that is mine.(5)
The land you have given me is a pleasant land. What a wonderful inheritance! (6)
I will bless the LORD who guides me; even at night my heart instructs me. (7)
I know the LORD is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me. (8)
No wonder my heart is glad, and I rejoice. My body rests in safety. (9)
For you will not leave my soul among the dead or allow your holy one to rot in the grave. (10)
You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of your presence and the pleasures of living with you forever. (11)
Psalm 16 – New Living Translation
Take a little walk with me through some of the verses in this psalm. As we do I’ll share some thoughts about why these words of David can nourish the heart of women like you and me. Why not take some moments to think about what it means to you, too? As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts. [Read more…]


It’s January, the month of new beginnings. It’s a good time to sort out our treasures and trash. We do it at Christmas, when we carefully pick through the discarded wrapping paper to make sure no treasure is thrown away with the trash. We do it again as we put away our Christmas decorations. Some of the old decorations have become too soiled, some ornaments got broken, and some of the strings of lights became strings of darks. We throw out the trash, but we carefully store the treasures.
Last month, while we were on a home visit to the USA, my Dad passed away. Dad was 94 years old and had been failing for some. Last year he told me there were three things that made him sad. One, he was almost deaf. Two, he couldn’t remember what he did hear. And three, he could no longer sign his name.
Do you ever feel like a dinosaur? People who buy the lies of the current moral confusion, with all its relativism, call themselves Progressives. That makes people like us- people who hold onto proven, established principles of truth- dinosaurs. Our day is over. Now it’s their day. Or, so they say.