Photo Credit “Where are your shoes?” I asked the young guy standing beside me. “We didn’t have any size tens,” he responded. I gave my shoe-less brother a big hug. We’d volunteered to help with our church’s monthly clothing drive at the Homeless Shelter, and his generosity spoke volumes about loving sacrificially. In Romans,…
How are things going with [insert name of my tough cookie here]? she asked. “The same,” I responded. Nothing has changed. Her spiritual eyes are still darkened. She is seemingly deaf to the voice of the Lord. Her pace is steadily progressing on the road to destruction with no U-turn in view. So, I sit…
Photo Credit 1 & 2 We were standing in the aisle next to the ice cream freezer at Target when I realized how marrying your opposite can create matrimonial chaos. I had a hankering for cookies and cream ice cream, but my man was balking at the price. He wanted to know why the…
Photo Credit Sabbath for me always involves worship. As a teen, I would make a mix tape, drop it into the stereo, put on my headphones, and press play. I’d sit alone before my God in my bedroom and wash the world away as my heart lifted up to heaven through the melodies. These…
Photo Credit I must confess that right now I have a huge pile of laundry to conquer and a sink full of dishes. The charge to go into the world and make disciples seems beyond my capability. I can’t make time to wash my hair most weeks. How am I supposed to fulfill the…
On Friday, my crabby atttitude resurrected. My employer requires me to work twice a year on Friday evenings, and although I smiled on the outside, I whined loudly on the inside. The good news was that Maria decorated the tables and put Hershey’s kisses in a little bowl right in front of me. Chocolate makes…