Stay In Your Lane
As I drove the 20 minute drive between my church and the grocery store the other day I witnessed three different drivers trying to get wherever they were going from the wrong lane.
A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
As I drove the 20 minute drive between my church and the grocery store the other day I witnessed three different drivers trying to get wherever they were going from the wrong lane.
This morning I wanted a warm and comforting breakfast. I pulled out my box of “Cream of Wheat” and as it had been a while since I made it, I looked carefully at the instructions printed on the box. I reviewed and performed the task of making it in detail. I realize it’s just a…
It’s been 30 years since we took these photos and our faces were printed on the prestigious pages of the local newspapers. Our 5 seconds of fame weren’t perfectly preserved, but I thought I’d share what I had.
This is OUR story, based on our prayers and our answers. We don’t claim to know what’s best for anyone else. This is what we chose, based on the Word and its direction for us. This is our testimony, not because our path was the best path, but because the One who chose our path for us is the best at choosing.
I still have a few more things to take care of. There are some grades to send in to their home-school umbrella. There are some books to give away, and some books to sell, and some boxes to clean out. There are some things to consider. Do I need to keep all these pencils? Do…
Owen has been busy. He’s in theater, has a job, and likes to stay involved in church activities. He’s gone until 6:30 three nights a week with rehearsals, doesn’t get home until 8:30 from his shift on Friday nights and 9:30 on Saturday nights. The other two nights of the week are for church activities.…
This morning I asked Owen if he had made his lunch for school yet. He stumbled around an answer something like, “Last week in City Groups (a bi-monthly youth meeting with kids from church) they said maybe we should fast for lunch… maybe?” He was looking at me questioningly, and I was looking at him…
The demarcation line is distinct as I pull up what’s unwelcome in this flower bed. Almost every day I go outside and pull large portions of weeds. and toss them into a pile in the grass outside the stone boundary. It should not have gotten this bad, but it did.
We currently have two teenagers in the house. In a mere 14 months we will have three of these creatures and I absolutely love it. I’m also petrified, but I can get over that.
I was upset. I had told them to be careful, and yet they raced to the car with boyish abandon. One with a tray of chicken & cheese enchiladas, and one with a pie. Nothing had spilled, nothing had broken, nothing had come of their carelessness at all except what spilled from me.