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June '17

“What we have heard and known, what our fathers have told us. We will not hide them from our children; we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD, His power, and the wonders He has done.” —Psalm 78:3-4


I grew up hearing this verse quoted to my sister and me (from the KJV) quite often. My parents believed it was important to pass the baton of faith to their girls, so that we, in turn, could speak “the truth in love” to our own children and grandchildren one day.


My father was a man of the Word. He studied it; he based his Sunday sermons on it. And he taught me to quote from memory whole chapters from the Bible, from the time I was in primary school, and even earlier. He believed that if you “train up a child” in the way he or she should go, the living, breathing Word of God would form and shape that child’s entire life.

I remember my father inviting the neighborhood children that my sister and I walked to school with, encouraging them to join us in memorizing Scripture each week day. These are precious memories to me…this Daddy of mine, so eager to spread the joy of the Gospel to everyone he met. So enthusiastic about making friends with people, in order to introduce them to the Savior.

So, this Father’s Day, I will miss my dad very much, but I will count my blessings because the Lord chose him to be my father for all those wonderful years!

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads…and happy summer to everyone,

Beverly Lewis

May '17

“I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy.” —Phil. 3:3-4 (NIV)


Now that May has arrived and we're enjoying all of springtime’s glory, I’ve been enjoying looking at the pictures my tour-team took during the recent book tour to Virginia and North Carolina.

And you know what? I’m remembering the kindness of many people, including the flight attendant who assisted me far beyond the call of duty while I was stranded in Atlanta, the day after 500+ flights in and out of there were canceled due to weather. I’m also thinking of my very caring tour managers who made it appear so effortless for me to get from hotels, to the van, to stores and libraries…with a broken right ankle. Talk about amazing—they certainly were! I’m thankful for them, and for the bookstore owners and librarians who made the tour possible by hosting me so graciously.

There were so many, many points of sharing that took place, and I’m grateful to God for giving me the courage and strength to do this book tour. On that note, I’m out of the big, black “walking boot,” and fairly close to back to normal. Thanks very much for your prayers…for this author who tends to go 90-miles-per-hour.

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there!

Beverly Lewis

April '17

“But those who drink the water that I will give them will never become thirsty again. In fact, the water I will give them will become in them a spring that gushes up to eternal life.” —John 4:14 (GW)


Since the start of this year, we who live in the semi-arid region of the country have experienced very little moisture. Each morning from our breakfast nook, Dave and I have looked out at the dry, brown landscape behind our house, wondering when (if?) we would ever see green grass and underbrush again. We prayed constantly for rain or snow or sleet—any type of moisture was welcome. And, day after day, the moisture bypassed us, moving farther north and east, due to the jet stream's trajectory, ignoring the areas of the country most desperate for it.

Last week, at long last, imagine our joy—and that of all the ranchers, cattlemen, and other homeowners—when a soaking rain fell from the heavens...and the next day a lovely three-inch snow, with even more to come in the days that followed! So, for all the times we had prayed, asking God for moisture, we began to thank Him that much more for sending it our way, answering prayer.

In Jesus’ encountering with the Samaritan woman (drawing water at the well), He knew without a doubt she was yearning for water that would quench her spiritual thirst. She longed for something more than mere physical water. He saw into her heart, which was parched in the midst of a drought, and He had the answer: “a spring within, gushing fountains of endless life.” (The Message)

This Easter Season, among many other blessings, I want to remember my own desperate yearning for that "gushing fountain" as a young girl when I opened my heart to Christ’s answer. I also want to remember that the gift of suffering brings us to our Him. And to life eternal.

A most blessed Easter to my dear reader-friends!

Beverly Lewis

March '17

“The unfolding of Your words gives light; it gives understanding to the simple. Direct my footsteps according to Your word.” —Psalm 119:130,133


Have you ever visited a particular location so many times you were absolutely convinced there was nothing new to see or experience?

My husband, Dave, and I have spent numerous weeks in New England during peak autumn foliage over the years; so many, in fact, that we no longer need a map to get around. We've also visited some of the same touristy spots repeatedly (the Norman Rockwell Exhibition, Hildene—the Lincoln Family Home—Mystic, CT Seaport, and so on) that we might think we couldn't possibly spot anything new.

When we read the Bible, do we ask the Lord to open our hearts, our spiritual eyes, to the new things He has planned for us to discover each day? One of the beautiful aspects of reading this Holy Spirit inspired treasure is that we will always find whatever is needed for any particular challenge. Whatever we need for body, mind, and spirit.

Think of that! Just as the verse in Psalms 119 declares, God's Word will unfold to us—open our understanding—and bring the Light of Truth bursting into our lives.

The more we read and study God's Word, the sweeter the honeycomb is to our taste. We crave it, we continue to return again and again, and each time there is something vital, powerful, directional, hopeful, energizing, and, yes, peace-giving.

Jeremiah 15:16 refers to the Word of God as food: “Your words were found, and I ate them. And Your word was to me the joy and rejoicing of my heart. For I am called by Your name, O Lord God of hosts."

My young mother was diagnosed with inoperable cancer when I was a little girl, and she memorized this verse, and others like it, when she could no longer eat solid food for six months. She meditated on the "heart-food" of God's Word and a miracle of healing eventually came. (She lived a full life until her Homegoing in 2006. Her compelling story—and my childish reflection of what happened to her, and to our family—is chronicled in my novella, The Sunroom, if you're interested in knowing more.)

God endears us to Himself by His Word. Psalm 43:3: “Send your light and your truth to guide me. Let them lead me to your house on your sacred mountain.”

My prayer is that you will be drawn to this Lamp to your feet and Light to your path. That your heart will yearn for it and be made tender by its message of grace and hope.

Beverly Lewis


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