Tag Archives: Jesus

Standing on the Promises

22 Jul

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Author, Poet and ArtistEvery family has trouble and sorrow. Our’s is no exception, but one day when I had come to the end of my resources, I discovered that God made promises in the Bible. Nothing has ever been the same since.

As I began to see scripture as promises I wrote them down in a small, red, velvet book. Soon it was filled with promises and quotations from godly folks I trust.

Now many years later, I’ve seen the fulfillment of those promises. Not only have they been fulfilled in the family we started with but in our descendants as well. My greatest hope has happened. God is good.

How about you, is there a special promise you have claimed in trying times?

“All your children shall be taught by the LORD, and great shall be the peace of your children.” Isaiah 53:13


If you would like to read more from DiVoran she can be found at Rebekah Lyn Books

The Epitome of Love

14 Jun

The Epitome of Love

” One word frees us of the weight and pain of life; that word is “love.

The irony of that quote is it was written before Christ by a Greek

Tragedian.  We are so blessed to know that God came in the flesh to

redeem us back unto himself. That was true love.

I thrive on love.

There is promise in the air.

I stand on the word of God.

I see Him everywhere.

He is in the air I breathe-

His promises fill my soul.

Without Him I can do nothing,

With Him, I am whole.

We are all so different-

Still all of God’s own plan.

I marvel how He leads us

To support our fellow man.

I thirst to hear the words you speak-

I long to know your soul.

Tho diverse in our interests-

Our similarities make us whole.




20 May

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Author, Poet and Artist


I was telling about Mother playing with us and training our imaginations by showing us how to find dogs, cats, and worlds of imaginary creatures in the clouds.

There’s a lot to be said about clouds, though, and I’m saying more. It occurred to me that electronic devices use Cloud technology and God uses it too, in a manner of speaking.

Have you ever been concerned that you didn’t pray hard enough or long enough about a situation or that you had to constantly remind God of a need or your prayers wouldn’t get answered? Well, my printer set me straight on that one. I realized that all I had to do was hit, click, or press print and the item I wanted would store itself in the printer and, all things being equal, not go away until it was printed. I began to know that God was like that too. He doesn’t forget. In fact, the Bible says He, or Jesus, or The Holy Spirit, or all three pray diligently for us all the time. Yes.

When I was looking at the clouds I took it a step further. I have a computer, an IPod, and a Kindle. I no longer have to worry about having enough Gigas or whatever it was that happened when I first got a computer. All my devices have lots of room and if they run out of room, it can all go to the cloud and be there if I ever need it again. I guess God has enough memory too. And the thought went even further to trying to remember what I need to do, and ideas I have about things I’d like to do or write or whatever, it gets to be a lot, but hey, maybe all that is in God’s cloud too.

I have one technical question. If God can handle all that “stuff” and God lives in me, does that mean that there’s a place in me that keeps it all and that if I need it, He can make it available to me? Hmmm. Experiment time.

Psalm 34:8 Taste and see that the Lord is good.





God’s Creation Carries On

6 Apr

A Few Thoughts

Patricia Franklin

I’m sitting here in my backyard on Holy Saturday morning recalling the shocking events of Good Friday. I imagine what was going through the minds of Jesus’ followers…  the let down, the unbelief, the grief and pain.  After suffering through the crucifixion and death of their Saviour, the followers of Jesus are devastated and confused, as are all of us. Is there any hope?  What lies in the future? What are they to do?
The sun is shining brightly today. Nature is still intact. My yard is showing signs of new life as the grass is beginning to green up and a few plants are peeking through the brown earth.  I listen to the sounds of the birds. While the doves are still mourning and proclaiming the loss of the Lord, the robins, red finches, blue jays and sparrows are loudly singing joyously… in anticipation of what is coming.  There is a cacophony of song, along with the staccato of the woodpecker chiming in with the chorus. The birds are totally focused on serving their Creator in the only way they know how.  Do they, in some strange way, instinctively understand and anticipate the resurrection and its significance? 
Then suddenly it is quiet, as they all go back to their silent vigil of waiting… only the mourning sound of the doves continues.  All at once a little red finch lights on a branch close by. He begins quietly chirping, as though speaking to me and explaining that everything will be ok. Then a song sparrow chimes in. Together they are proclaiming to me and to the world that there is hope! In spite of all that has happened, God’s Creation carries on.

Let’s All Be Kings Together!

3 Dec

My Take

DiVoran Lites

DiVoran Lites

Last Monday, our painting group met a younger woman, Denise, who used to paint with us, at her friends’ Chinese restaurant for lunch. “The Asian House,” is near the gym where she teaches Tai Chi. She is Chinese, too, and we delight in that.

The owner’s wife and the waitresses all wore red. Our friend, Denise wore a red tee-shirt with roses and blings on it. They hugged each other and spoke in Chinese and posed together in a colorful bouquet of red and black for a photograph. The owner’s wife brought out long boxes for each of us which contained Chinese calendars with illustrations of animals in a ring. We opened one of them  and began talking and laughing like women all over the world who are taking a break together at a quilting bee or at the village well.

The animals, in Chinese legend, stand for the years people were born and represent various personality characteristics. We joked about our birth years and the youngest waitress looked them up. Were we born in the year of snake, horse, sheep, monkey, chicken, boar, pig, rat, bull, tiger, rabbit, or dragon? What did it say about our personalities? Who should we have married?

I’m sure every culture has its own ways of categorizing people. In America we have horoscopes, psychological tests, and color quizzes. The Christian world has temperament discussions, and giftings. Our society puts people into categories such as homeless, blue-collar workers, white-collar workers, dummies, and nerds.

My year of birth when they finally found it, not on the calendar, but on the place mat, turned out to the year of the tiger. My husband was born in the same year so he’s a tiger too. In America, the lion is considered the king of beasts, but in China, the tiger is king. Actually my husband and I are quite different from each other. He is an engineer, and I am a writer and artist, but we compliment each other and it feels empowering to think of ourselves as kings.

When I finished writing this, I opened the mail. There was a card from a pastor we always loved. After his signature, he had Romans 5:17b. I looked it up. Here’s what it said: “…all who will take God’s gift of forgiveness and acquittal are kings of life because of this one man, Jesus.” So how about it, would you like to be a king as well? You don’t have to be born in a certain year, all you need do is to receive the gift. Let’s all be kings together.

Chinese Calendar


Are Not Two Little Sparrows Sold For A Penny?

10 Apr

My Take

DiVoran Lites


I’m sitting in the car waiting for the clinic to open. What will the doctor say? I press the button and the window rolls down. It’s springtime and the air is cool and dry. The sound of sparrows in the eaves reaches my consciousness. I lay my head on the headrest and close my eyes. The sparrows’ perky song reminds me:

“Are not two little sparrows sold for a penny? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground without your Father’s leave and notice. But even all the hairs of your very head are numbered. Fear not, then; you are of more value than many sparrows.” (Matthew 10:29-31,*). “Cheep, cheep” I take a deep breath. No wonder I feel so peaceful. The sound of sparrows reminds me that, because I matter to Him, God is overseeing everything that happens to me with great love and concern.

*The Message


Sparrow (Photo credit: barryskeates)


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