Help Comes from God – Psalm 121:1-4

We were sick with the flu last week. Both of us. At the same time.

In one of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s “Little House” books there’s a story about Laura being delirious with fever and her mother spooning drops of water into her mouth. As her disease progressed Laura realized her mother’s care had stopped. When she could manage to lift her head, she saw why; both her parents were sick in bed.

He is near

Laura debated trying to slide onto the floor to crawl to the water bucket for a drink, she was so thirsty. She knew she’d have to stop and rest along the way, maybe increase her suffering on the cold, hard floor. Thankfully, a neighbor discovered the family’s need and brought help.


“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.”

Psalm 121:1-4 NIV


God sends help

Jerry and I are doing much better. Our dear daughter picked up what we needed at the store and made meals for us. However, during the long night when I lay awake wrestling with my sickness, it was the One Who Doesn’t Sleep who stayed with me and sustained my soul. I’m so glad he doesn’t have down time.

Whether he commands an army to cross mountains to defend us, or sends a kind hand to bring soup for our comfort, the Maker of heaven and earth is never far away.

by Kathy Sheldon Davis

Keeping on Track with my Writing – Hebrews 12:1-2

After attending the Oregon Christian Writers conference I knew I had the information I needed to keep my focus on the goal, but a phone call derailed my best intentions. To be honest, it wasn’t the caller or my phone’s fault I got off track. I did it to myself.

Discussing publishing and fiction with author Jane Kirkpatrick at Corvallis book signing
With author Jane Kirkpatrick

Why do I still listen to my cranky inner child that resists when I chose to go a new direction?  In the depths of me I believe developing my writing is the right path, but I end up running away. My goodness.

I came up with a plan to remedy that. I cut off my distractions, the activities that though they may be good and profitable and enjoyable, they’re not best for now.  I stuffed them in a box and put them in storage.

I don’t think the kid in me will even notice they’re gone.

“And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus . . . ” .


Hebrews 12:1-2 NIV

I need to keep doing my homework, perfecting how I communicate. I’m a follower of Jesus, and I believe he is pleased with me working on my writing. It reminds me of Olympic runner Eric Liddell, who is quoted in Chariots of Fire as saying, “God made me fast, and when I run I feel his pleasure.” That’s what I feel when I write with my eyes fixed on Jesus.

Meanwhile, my inner child is on her way to the bedroom. She seriously needs a nap.

by Kathy Sheldon Davis