Approach Each Day With CONFIDENCE

No need to fuss or worry; 
    no need to pout with fear !  
You've accepted Jesus as Savior,
    so your confidence is here.

He demonstrates His love for YOU,
    and you're glad to read His word !
"Every day is different"  --
    the best news you've ever heard.

Yes, for you there's more to learn;
    right now, talk to Him today.
Some day you'll meet Him in Heaven !
    "Thank You, Lord !" is what you'll say ! 
                          : ) 
by Elaine Hardt ©2020

The Future: A Fearful or Faithful Response?

The future will be an adventurous time, 

But I’ve never imagined such a scary thing!

More is at stake, there’s no turning back;

Tensions rising, uncertainties overwhelming.

Hyper-technological governments now able

To accomplish tyranny and destruction easily;

Greater evils are possible, everything is magnified:

Terrible personal and national calamity.

The future is a challenge to greater courage,

Sacrifice, thoughtful, well-planned preparation;

Time must be spent in search and analysis,

And for each of us, definite determination.

We must stand strong now, and encourage each other,

We must turn to our Creator God in honest prayer;

He calls us to obedience: see His power, love, and grace: 

Will it be fear or faith? I write this because I deeply care. 

  By Elaine Hardt ©2012

Fighting Off Fear

        A speeding, reckless driver could have killed us. Fear filled my heart as I saw it about to happen.
        They call it “the hill,” but it’s a ten-mile-long stretch that gains 2,000 foot elevation from Black Canyon City up to Sunset Point. In the rugged mountain terrain the freeway’s two lanes going down are about a mile’s distance from the two lanes going up. A sign warns trucks to stay in the right lane.
        Someone told me the view is really nice along there; I can’t vouch for that since my eyes are glued to the highway and the mirror and the guardrails along the sheer cliff side when Don is driving.
        “Oh, no!” was all I could muster as I glanced in the rear view mirror at dusk one evening as my husband and I were heading up the hill, going home from Phoenix.
        Don was driving in the left-hand lane, overtaking an old, slow-moving car in the right lane. Suddenly, speeding up behind us from around a curve was a red car, way exceeding the speed limit, not slowing down at all.