Portrait of My Love


Pam Ford Davis

What does Jesus look like? We each form a mental picture shaped by our culture and personal experiences. Likely pictures or paintings of Christ we viewed at an early age contribute to our character sketch. Some are drawn to pictures that portray Christ as a rugged man of the outdoors. My favorites are Jesus with children on his lap or crowed around his feet. Others that I find very moving are Jesus carrying a lamb on his shoulders and one where he knocks at a door with no outside latch. It represents our hearts which we alone must open to His saving grace.

The truth is we have no pictures or paintings that give us an accurate portrait of our loving Lord. I’m quite sure He would not resemble those in circulation. “Who has believed our message and to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not (Isaiah 53:1-3 NIV).” The portrait of my love reveals a suffering Savior!

Short Stories

Planting Time For Joshua

“Planting Time For Joshua”

Pam Ford Davis

Gardening is always pure joy to Joshua; and he eagerly looks forward to planting time. From the first day he walked in the garden area, he knew he found the right spot! He saw potential! “Maybe it is dry and barren land now, but just wait until I work that soil!”     

A back yard gardener or farmer working the back forty all go through the same steps, and face the same trials. The spring of the year, a time of new beginnings is anticipated; but it can not be rushed. The land must be warm enough to germinate the seed. Waiting does not mean idleness; there are lots of preparations to be made.      

Joshua rose early and went outside just as the sun was rising. The land belonged to his father and he would not bring shame to the family name. Daddy would be proud of him! This would be turned into fertile land! He rolled up his sleeves and got ready to till the property. The job kept him busy for days. Hard dirt needed lots of turning over; and he kept at the job until he felt like he walked in fine sand!      

The days became warmer and Joshua saw his first robin. Spring finally arrived! He spread fertilizer across the garden, and then tilled it all again. The land almost begged for seeds! In his mind Joshua could see a harvest already before him; but it would take many weeks before he could see much to brag about. The planting showed his patience as he slowly walked back and forth scattering the seed. He did not want to miss any places by doing a rush job.  

The seeds were all planted; he stepped back and sighed, in feelings of relief that he completed his task, as well as a sigh of pride. Only others who plant can truly understand the satisfaction of Joshua. He did his best; now the land needed showers and sunshine. He would wait for both.    

During the growing season neighbors watched the progress of Joshua’s garden. Some were truly interested in his stories about insects, weeds, rains, or drought. Others could not understand why he went to all that trouble!  Joshua just smiled and walked down each row in the field, giving personal inspection to each plant.      

Harvest time arrived and Joshua won blue ribbons for the fruit of his field. We are that field! Our lives were broken by His tender hands, making us teachable. The Lord Jesus planted His word and warmth of love in our hearts. He fertilized with His Holy Spirit and refreshed with showers of His living water. He firmly pulled weeds of sin and fought off insects of defeat to present us unblemished to His Father, the vinedresser. (John 15:1) Like Father, like Son…Let’s keep it all in the family, and plant the seed of His word in our own back yards!

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This Too Will Pass


John 14:1-3

The Psalmist said, “The troubles of my heart are enlarged”, and he cried out to God to deliver him. (Psalm 25:17) We have all felt that way at sometime. Our hearts become heavy with the trials that come upon us. The Book of Job records “Man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble”. (Job 14:1) If anyone knew about troubles, Job did.

But Jesus said, “Let not your heart be troubled, you believe in God, believe also in Me.” What an admonition that is. And it is coupled with the promise in verse 2 of John 14 as Jesus assures us that He is making provision for our eternal comfort and security.

“When things aren’t doing right in life”, it does help to cling to this precious passage for it comes from the lips of our Savior. He is faithful to keep His promises. My mother would always tell me in times of trouble, “This too shall pass away”. Remember, dear one, all things in life will pass away…whether it be good or bad…it will pass away. Enjoy the good things of life, family, friends, they will be fleeting. Endure the trials of life; they too will be gone in time.

“Father, Thank You for your blessed promise that You are gone away for awhile to prepare a place for us to be with You. That is such a comforting thought and such a blessed time to look forward to. Amen”


Love At First Sight


It was still fresh in their memory; that lovely December evening,

A perfect day for a wedding, chilly breeze, setting Sun, in all it’s glory,

The bride and the groom, resplendent in their wedding dress,

The church decorated with crimson paper and fresh flowers,

Crowded with relatives, friends and well wishers,  

The procession so touching, flowers girls to the page boy,

But it was the best man and the bridesmaid, who made such a lovely couple,

And it is their story, which we were to tell, to learn a lesson of what love is.

Meeting for the first time in the church portico, it was love at first sight,

Never were they alone throughout the evening, hands held, dancing together,

Made such a lovely couple, everyone misty eyed, just looked at their tender love,

What with the music, the gaiety, the laughter, it was an evening to remember,

The magic of love spinning a web, time stood still, as they discovered each other,

Married, did they, within a year, to live happily ever after, just like a fairy tale ending,

Made such a nice Christian family, loving, caring, praying, promising themselves,

To care, love, in sickness and health, confident that nothing can wedge them apart.

All good things end, when love disappears; where, how, why, things did go wrong,

Neither he nor she could ever tell as he lay besides her, snoring like a bear,

Hibernating, unaware of her long winter, climbing into a tomb, called office,

Wrapping his mind in a shroud of paper figures, buried himself, with his customers,

They lost each other so deeply, in between the oldest child’s first tooth,

To the youngest daughter’s graduation, the two minds never touched,

Making a heavy barricade, neither, a battery ram of words,

Nor an artillery of touch, can ever stop, as a wall arose, dividing the two.

Cemented by mortar of indifference, selfish to the core, which earlier was not there.

Uncommunicative, they unconsciously became all qualities to make the devil happy,

Sadly it dawned on the couple, when love dies; it is not in a moment of anger,

It is not when they have difference of opinion, it is not when they don’t see eye to eye,

Love dies when you have that don’t care attitude, when you stop communicating,

When you think of yourself, when there is not a word of appreciation,

No word of thanks and when you don’t pray together,

Love dies when you become total strangers, unaware, but still living under one roof.

Love grows when you have that I care attitude, a pat on the back for a job well done,

A hand on the shoulder for that I am with you, a touch of tenderness for that I love you,

A smile on the face when you reach home, a hug to say that all is well with you and me,

A concerned look if the other is tired and sick, small things add to build a happy home,

And when you pray together, family prayer, you stay together a happy Christian family,

Bring God to live in your house, in your thoughts, in your plans, to have His way,

Because He brought you together for the first time, to live and love together,

Make your home a happy Eden, never allowing any thing to slither in.

Family, Short Stories

I Am Safe

Pam Ford Davis

I’m not afraid of the darkness; are you? I know I am safe in here; my mommy and daddy love me and they wouldn’t let anything hurt me. It is like a game; I see shadows and try to imagine what they might be! I can make them anything I decide, because it is my own private game.

One of my very favorite ways to pass time in the darkness is listening to all the noises outside. When it is late at night and everyone one is very still I hear lots of exciting sounds. The sounds I like the best are laughing and music! I kick my feet and wave my arms;  I am so happy!

I’m moving around in the darkness now, trying to find the way out. I think I have almost found my door.  I need to push it open. Yes, it is opening now! The light hurts my eyes; it will take a little while to adjust to such brightness.

Now that I am out of the darkness I can hear that laughter even better; maybe I’ll hear the music, too! The Dr. just wrapped me in a blanket and laid me in the arms of my mother. Yes, that is Mommy! I know her heart beat! She is laughing as Daddy grabs my fingers! This is even better than my games alone in the darkness. Mommy is humming and rocking me in her arms, just like she used to do when walking. Each time she did that before, in the darkness she made me rock and sway! “Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so…” The light brought me closer to the laughter and music; and I can see Mommy and Daddy! I already know Jesus; he showed me the way to the door…