I could really use a moment walking amidst the throngs following Jesus where I could see Him working…like really see Him working. I could use a chance to speak to Him – literally – or to watch Him heal. Or…
How Was it Only Tuesday?
I caught myself about to doze off sitting in my car in the driveway of my daughter’s piano teacher’s house. My first thought was what my daughter’s reaction would be if she came skipping to the car to find me…
When Silence is (finally) Broken
“If you have nothing nice to say, then say nothing at all.” That’s an adage of childhood that I remember being told time and time again. The concept of checking our words and making sure we speak encouragingly is good…
Your Job is to Keep it About Them
One thing about divorce (among many things) is that it can be all consuming. In the early months of the process as well as in the years that follow, the reality of single parenting, adjusting to a new normal, and…
Voices in the Storm
I grew up on the coast of Georgia. The smell of the salt water, the image of marsh grasses blowing in the wind, and the taste of salt air on my tongue are fresh in my brain any time I…
