Anne Boulier, Unofficial Bible Scholar

Bible scholar

Anne Boulier, mother, sister, friend, Harvest House worker, Amedisys volunteer, Choir member, 5th Grade Sunday School teacher, editor, best friend, and unofficial Bible scholar.

This guest post features my mother’s insight into John 11: The Story of Lazarus and Martha

While I do not consider myself a Bible scholar, I have been reading the Bible for over 60 years. It still amazes me sometimes that I can read a scripture, a story I have heard and read many times before and the Holy Spirit teaches me something new from it.

This week I have been slowly reading John 11. The chapter about the death and resurrection of Lazarus, familiar to most Christians. This time I saw things in a different way. Not just the miracle of Jesus raising His friend He loved from the dead. But buried in this story was a new revelation for me. Continue reading “Anne Boulier, Unofficial Bible Scholar”

About Me, Behind the Curtain

Saturday Starbucks Writer: Behind the Scenes

Saturday at 5 am and I have the Starbucks to my self for a little bit. Soon the seats will be filled with strangers chatting, studying, playing on their phones, or even just drinking coffee. But, right now, it’s just me.

I’ve always enjoyed people watching, even as a kid. It was fun to make up stories about strangers passing me by. It never ceases to amaze me the people I meet, especially now that I’m writing novels. God has a wonderful way of putting just the right person in my path. Everything from nurses, firemen, bank tellers, people to encourage me, pray with me and much more.

If you’ve been reading my posts for a while, you know I’m NOT A MORNING person except on Saturday when I go write at the local Starbucks. The only place open at the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. I write there every weekend because I love watching the people and can’t wait to see who God sends my way. Continue reading “Saturday Starbucks Writer: Behind the Scenes”

About Me, Devotions

The Rocks Cry Out, As Do I

RockSince I’ve been resting for the past 30 days, not pushing and pushing, it’s been easier to take all of the bumps, the ups, and downs, the setbacks. But I still feel overwhelmed and fearful.

It’s been a struggle for months now, and the pressure is getting worse, not better. I feel the agitation, the fear, panic, and depression growing as my circumstances don’t change as quickly as I want.

I hoped the 30 days of rest meant things would resolve themselves, but they haven’t.

Continue reading “The Rocks Cry Out, As Do I”