A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I couldn’t have been more than 7 years old. I looked out the window and saw a man kneeling in the grass on one side of our neighbor’s newly built home. There was something familiar about him. His white hair was covered in a hat, or I might have recognized sooner that the man mixing…
In our life group discussion last night I brought up how we pray for those who hurt us. I mentioned that I think it’s okay to ask God to “Get ’em” when they are continuously hurtful and mean spirited. It was asked, “So, is it okay to pray God’s wrath on people?” I didn’t have…
As a small child I remember seeing the album cover and recognizing his face. This was not some far off person who had no connection to me, this was my uncle, the man who lived down the road from grandma and grandpa’s house, who played with me and my sisters, who smiled and laughed, and…
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…
My friend Karen and I were talking on the phone the other day. It was one of those long overdue conversations that followed all the bird trails and squirrels wherever we wanted to go, because we had time. She told me a little story about getting a rock in her shoe. She was in the…
The world is a chatter box and the buzz is deafening. I have a Twitter account, a Facebook account, Instagram, and I opened a Parler account too. I have friends or followers from many walks of life, many backgrounds, and many convictions on those sites. Almost every one of those friends has an opinion.
I’m always looking for the humble heart, I want to find someone to cheer for. Not because they are the underdog, but because they see the talent around them and respect it without losing confidence. It is possible to be competitive and still be kind.
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.