“For our citizenship is in heaven, from which also we eagerly wait for a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 3:20)
We are happy to announce that our long wait to move into our new home is finally over. On July 15th, yes that was over a month ago, we took possession of our fabulous new house. The Lord has certainly blessed us with all the wonderful amenities that came with this new house. Frances and I would have never dreamed of living in a place like this, but God has a way of providing for our needs beyond our wildest dreams. This structure is truly a testimony to how wonderful The Lord can be. His guiding hands were in charge of the situation from the beginning and we simply followed His lead, from the choosing of a contractor, to finding temporary housing, to financing the new house. Every step of the process was initiated with prayer for His guidance. The pattern continues as we pray that this home will be a testimony to His glory and can be used to further His kingdom.
The circumstances surrounding our placement here were certainly difficult, at best. However “we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love Him, to those who are called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28). This passage does not mean that God “causes all things” for we are pretty good at messing things up on our own, not to mention when the enemy gets involved. But God has a way of ”taking care of His own” and turning a bad situation into a blessing.
Interestingly, The Lord placed us into a temporary house while our new home was being built. We were grateful for a place to stay and our landlady graciously allowed us into her rental house for seven months. But we knew it wasn’t home. We treated the house as if it were ours, but longed for our permanent residence to be completed. As time went on and our new house was nearing completion, that longing gave way to impatience. The temporary residence just wasn’t “cutting it” any more and we wanted our new house.
Just as the Lord placed us in a temporary house while He prepared a new and fantastic place for us, He has also placed us on this planet in this mortal body as a temporary residence. We know that our future is in eternity. “For we know that if the earthly tent which is our house is torn down, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For indeed in this house we groan, longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven,” (2 Corinthians 5:1-2) “For our citizenship is in heaven, from which also we eagerly wait for a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 3:20)
We are now in our house! Just as one day we will be in our heavenly home which the Savior has prepared for us. He told us that “In my Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I come again, and will receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.” (John 14:2-3)
Oh, how I look forward to the day when I can finally see my Father’s mansions. To Him be all the praise and glory.
God bless you and thanks for visiting.



What Christ did for me
While traveling the roads in the mid-west during summer, we can look out the window and observe row after row of cornstalks. If the field is well tended, the stalks are usually tall, strong, and bright green. They produce many large ears of corn and are considered a good crop at harvest. However, if the field remains untended the crop is much less desirable, with stalks that are weak and bent, producing only a few small ears of corn throughout the growing season. Sometimes these two contrasting cornfields can be right next to one another. Why would one field be so different from another?

As Christmas approaches the memories from my childhood fill my mind. I remember waiting anxiously for the last day of school before the Christmas break, the parties, the visits to my grandparents, and of course, the presents that collected under the tree. I remember gathering around the tree on Christmas Day, watching as all the gifts were handed out, wondering what was in the brightly wrapped packages with my name on it. I remember the joy and laughter that each Christmas Day brought to our house. It seems that every year I sought to receive the “ultimate gift.”