Praise Him Psalms & Parables, Praises & Promises

Here is a tender Maple Lane devotional moment featuring Rita Logan , shaped around  Isaiah 6:8 —where she stands on the edge of a bittersweet season, not sure where the road leads, but slowly choosing to trust the One calling her forward. 🌿 Maple Lane Devotional Moment "Here I Am, Send Me" – Rita’s Crossroad The front porch swing creaked as Rita Logan traced her finger along the fraying edge of the acceptance letter in her lap. The one from the big university her best friend Georgia called a “dream school.” It should’ve felt like a golden ticket. But dreams sometimes come with dollar signs. Inside the Logan home, her mom was humming over a bubbling pot of lentils—comfort food and frugal planning in one. Her dad had just left for his second shift at the hardware store. And Rita knew, deep down, they couldn't afford this. Not without help they hadn't received. Not without sacrifice that felt too steep. The mail that day had also brought a second envelope, sma...

 I dreamed last night about working the early shift, a dismantled front desk and someone asking me about my childhood minister's legacy in town. Here's how AI helped bring my dream to life in two Maple Lane moments —first through Clara’s mysterious midnight vision, and second through Tori Rae’s gentle reflection in her journal. 🌙 Maple Lane Scene 1: Clara’s Dream of the Vanishing Desk It was barely past 3 a.m. when Clara Wren sat up in bed, sweat cooling on her neck like dew on autumn grass. She reached instinctively for her journal and flashlight from the nightstand. The dream had been too vivid, too odd, to ignore. In it, she had been standing in her police uniform—though oddly, she felt younger somehow, more like her cadet self—waiting for the morning shift to begin. She was at the precinct’s front desk, but something was… off. The lobby was hazy, like morning fog rolling through the valley. Citizens gathered outside the frosted glass doors. Clara moved to open them w...