“In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.” (John 1:4 ESV)

Wednesday, May 26, 2021

Mother's Day

 by Macy Johnson

“May your father and mother be glad;

may she who gave you birth rejoice!”

(Proverbs 23:25 NIV)


My husband, Jeff, and I drove to South Carolina the day before Mother’s Day. His sister flew there from San Antonio to celebrate their Aunt’s ninety-first birthday and visit with cousins. Our daughter drove down from North Carolina with her children to join in the celebration. We laughed about times gone by as we enjoyed everyone’s favorite submarine sandwiches on the warm, sunny deck and mouth-watering cake in the air-conditioned home.

Wednesday, May 19, 2021

Grass and Flowers

 by Macy Johnson

“The grass withers and the flowers fall,

but the word of our God stands forever.”

(Isaiah 40:8 NIV)


My husband mowed the grass in our yard one spring morning while I walked my regular route near our house. The fragrance sent me back to childhood days of tumbling in the front yard with friends. I love the smell of a freshly mown lawn.

Wednesday, May 12, 2021

Crawfish Boil

by Macy Johnson

“His sons used to take turns holding feasts in their homes,

and they would invite their three sisters to eat and drink with them.”

(Job 1:4 NIV)


On the first weekend in May our son, Alex, and four high school friends gathered at our home for a Crawfish Boil. It was a joyful, fun reunion for everyone.


Jeff, my Louisiana-native husband, has dreamed of hosting a Crawfish Boil at our house for a long time, but could never quite get it together. God made it happen in a better way by having our son and his friends bring it to us. We could never have laid it out as well as they did and been able to relax and enjoy the festivities. It was God’s perfect plan.

Wednesday, May 5, 2021


 by Macy Johnson

“The high mountains belong to the wild goats;

the crags are a refuge for the coneys (rock badgers).”

(Psalm 104:18 NIV)


There is a large island nestled close to the dam in Alabama’s Lake Martin. When the lake was formed in the 1920’s goats were stranded on the island, so the locals named it “Goat Island.” You can cruise around the island in a boat or on a jet ski and look up its steep, rocky landscape in search of goats. Some vacationers pull their boats up on the island’s sandy shores and pitch a tent for a holiday weekend or afternoon picnic. There are no bridges to Goat Island, no ways for its original inhabitants to escape.