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Monday, January 22, 2018

Blessed Controller

God, who is the blessed controller of all things, the king over all kings
and the master of all masters… 1 Timothy 6:13-16 J.B. Phillips



Waves, crashing and rolling in the dark of night, Peter climbed out of the pitching and yawing boat and set off across the foaming waves toward Jesus, who walked peacefully atop the surface of the water—“the blessed controller of all things”. These were not timid men. Most were fishermen hardened to heavy toil and the rough, unpredictable waters of the Sea of Galilee. Storms were nothing new, but on this night, the ferocity of the thunder, lightning streaking across the sky, and the tumult of the waves frightened them.

To the amazement of his companions, Peter strode across the thrashing sea with confidence, his eyes fixed on Jesus’ face. In a moment of panic, he glanced down in amazement at the churning water beneath his feet, his heart filled with fear of the impossible, and he began to sink.

The great and powerful God who rules the universe promises never to let me go. God promises to keep us afloat through any trial, bringing us to safe harbor when we focus on Him, no matter how distant the solid ground appears. My heart and my feet might fail, but my God has promised He never will.



As I navigated the waters of infertility, chronic illness, my father’s sudden death, and my husband’s job loss, God has proved unfailing in his faithfulness and mercy. When the end result appears uncertain, my thoughts stray to the worst possible outcome. My heart knows God is the blessed controller, but my mind can’t conceive of his ability to make things right. I grow faint, my feet falter, and whitecaps of fear drag me under choppy waves of doubt.

When the storms of life threaten to drag me beneath the waves, I must remember the blessed controller who prevails over the tempest. Though trials may buffet, God will never allow me to sink. He will not fail, for our God is mighty to save.


© Copyright by Norma Gail Thurston Holtman, March 14, 2014, & January 4, 2018

About the author:
Norma Gail’s debut contemporary Christian romance, Land of My Dreams, won the 2016 Bookvana Religious Fiction Award. A women’s Bible study leader for over 21 years, her devotionals and poetry have appeared at ChristianDevotions.us, the Stitches Thru Time blog, and in “The Secret Place.” She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, Romance Writers of America, Historical Writers of America, and the Women’s Fiction Writers Association. Norma is a former RN who lives in the mountains of New Mexico with her husband of 41 years. They have two adult children. If you’re interested in connecting with her, you’re to follow her blog, or join her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, Goodreads, or Amazon


Monday, October 16, 2017

Storm Warning

The day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. While people are saying, “Peace and safety,” destruction will come on them suddenly 1 Thessalonians 5:2



Streaking from the dark clouds above, a lightning bolt struck the center of the empty soccer pitch with my daughter’s team playing on the next field. When the referee refused to stop the game, another off-duty ref agreed to help and we ran to the officials stand.

The officials agreed to stop the games, but their method was far too slow. Riding a golf cart from field to field of the large complex would never send the kids to safety in time. As fast as I could run, I returned to my daughter’s game and told the referee to send the kids to the cars. One after another, girls sat down to pull off shoes, socks, and shin guards in the pelting rain, lightning crackling overhead. Yelling to leave their things and run, we finally cleared the field.

Drenched and breathing hard, I ran to my own car, satisfied that everyone was safe.

“Mom, are you crazy? Did you ever think you might be killed?” My seventeen-year-old daughter’s indignant tone showed both concern and embarrassment at my rampage to clear the fields.

Never once did I feel concern for myself. All my thoughts were for others in danger from the fast-moving storm. “No.” I replied. “All I thought was that those kids might die. I’m an adult, and I know where I’m going when I die.” 



People die every day without the certainty of heaven. Our world belittles Christians but fails to heed the call to salvation. They are quick to blame God, but slow to approach him for help. In recent years, natural disasters and attacks by dangerous and depraved men have rocked our world. There is no safety, and often no warning. It’s more critical than ever for Christians to speak out about the hope we have in Jesus Christ.

How many would find salvation if I proclaimed the gospel with as much fervor as I stopped those soccer games? What if Christians gave no thought to their reputation or the reaction of others in order to warn others of the approaching storm of judgment?

I must determine to live each day in the light of the Cross. People’s lives depend on it.


© Norma Gail Thurston Holtman, October 10, 2015, October 13, 2017

About the author:
Norma Gail’s debut contemporary Christian romance, Land of My Dreams, won the 2016 Bookvana Religious Fiction Award. A women’s Bible study leader for over 21 years, her devotionals and poetry have appeared at ChristianDevotions.us, the Stitches Thru Time blog, and in “The Secret Place.” She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, Romance Writers of America, Historical Writers of America, and the Women’s Fiction Writers Association. Norma is a former RN who lives in the mountains of New Mexico with her husband of 41 years. They have two adult children. If you’re interested in connecting with her, you're invited to follow her blog, or join her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, Goodreads, or Amazon



Monday, September 18, 2017

When God Speaks through Silence


“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:9a

Four and a half months trapped in a silent world with no hope of finding my way out. I tried to speak and no sound came out. I couldn’t whisper, couldn’t even call my husband. But God often speaks through silence.

The doctors found nothing, even with a laryngoscopy. One told me to force myself to talk normally and get over it! How’s that for encouragement and professional advice? I was losing hope.

Months passed. And God’s silence, as well as my own, dragged on. A notepad accompanied me everywhere, including the bank. My kids were away at college, so I learned to text message. E-mail was the preferred method of communication.

I had a Bible study to lead, a busy life with major commitments. Every woman in the Bible study had a chance to lead. I sat with my notepad and wrote notes if necessary. Several women discovered they possessed and undiscovered gift. We learned new ways to be vessels used by God through being emptied of ourselves. He didn’t need my voice.

God spoke through my silence, but He also spoke into my silence. I prayed like seldom before without the distraction of phones and conversations. My inner spiritual life soared. God frequently gives object lessons to make us conscious of areas where we need to grow.



Eventually God led me to a speech pathologist at our local university hospital. Her laryngoscopy revealed what no one else had seen, a condition treatable through therapy. She thought twelve weeks. I spoke the first time. God will not allow us to suffer one moment longer than necessary.

What situation in your life seems hopeless? What frightens you? Everything God allows in our lives is to be used for our benefit and His glory.

When we take our focus off the obvious and look for what God is saying, He will reveal His all-sufficient strength. Roadblocks in life are a prompting to seek God and His plans to thrive through trials and grow. When we give it to Jesus, He will never let us down.


© Copyright, Norma Gail Thurston Holtman, July 26, 2011, July 20, 2017

About the author:
Norma Gail is the author of the contemporary Christian romance, Land of My Dreams, winner of the 2016 Bookvana Religious Fiction Award. A women’s Bible study leader for over 21 years, her devotionals and poetry have appeared at ChristianDevotions.us, the Stitches Thru Time blog, and in “The Secret Place.” She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, Romance Writers of America, Historical Writers of America, and the Women’s Fiction Writers Association. Norma is a former RN who lives in the mountains of New Mexico with her husband of 41 years. They have two adult children.
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Monday, March 21, 2016

Sufficient Grace



My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. 2 Corinthians 12:9

I am alone. Gray skies, snow falling. The cold and dreary weather fed my mood. 1200 miles from home, seeking medical treatment where I know no one, I felt overwhelmed and depressed. Chronic pain, not sleeping well, finding my way for appointments and meals, struggling with computer problems—I worked myself into a real pity party.

“My grace is sufficient …” No matter where I looked this verse came to me.

“Then why am I alone, Father? Why am I sick anyway? Haven’t I suffered enough? Isn’t it time for a break?”

“My grace is sufficient.” But I felt empty, out of sorts, grumpy, and irritable.

A walk through a major medical center always changes perspective. However, I didn’t want to rejoice that I wasn’t as sick as someone else. I wanted to be well, strong, healthy, and home, anywhere except where I was.

The Merriam-Webster Dictionary gives an example: “the sufficiency of the portions is such that you will leave the restaurant with a full stomach but without doggie bags”. Do you get it? Enough. Not too much. Enough to satisfy my momentary needs, not enough for tomorrow or next week but enough for today—sufficient.

My travel went well, flights on time, weather fine. I couldn’t complain. People at the small, regional airport smiled. The young man at the rental car counter offered to bring the car around since it was raining—a nice gesture. The car was red. Any car would have been sufficient, but God gave a little extra.

Then I received a comment to a Facebook post. What are the odds an author from my small publisher would find me and invite me to church? I sat with him and his wife. The pastor prayed for me. They invited me for lunch. I was greeted warmly and invited back.

I wasn’t alone. My situation remained the same but God was sufficient. I was down, He gave me a smile. I was lonely, He gave me a church.

Whatever weighs you down, God is sufficient. And sometimes, because God loves to see us smile, He gives a little bit extra. A little red car and new friends.

Sufficient grace. Thank Him.


© Norma Gail Thurston Holtman, March 20, 2016

About the author:
Norma Gail is the author of the contemporary Christian romance, Land of My Dreams. A women’s Bible study leader for over 21 years, her devotionals and poetry have appeared at ChristianDevotions.us, the Stitches Thru Time blog, and in “The Secret Place.” She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, Romance Writers of America, and the New Mexico Christian Novelists. Norma is a former RN who lives in the mountains of New Mexico with her husband of 40 years. They have two adult children.
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Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas Bookstore: http:// lpcbooks.com/product/land-of-my-dreams/