Photo Credit: Daria, via Pixabay I was sitting on my friend’s couch when the horror happened. My fancy dancy phone that goes with me everywhere just died. The battery still had juice in it, so its demise truly perplexed me. I plugged it in to an outlet, but it remained dark and lifeless. In…
I want to leave my mark. As I trudge my way through the wilderness, holding forth the Word of life, I am leaving footprints on the path for others to follow. I must surrender my pride and let it fall down into the mire. Each time I do, a cross is planted in the ground…
Photo Credit: Shardy, via Pixabay To listen is very hard, because it asks of us so much interior stability that we no longer need to prove ourselves by speeches, arguments, statements or declarations. True listeners no longer have an inner need to make their presence known. They are free to receive, to welcome, to…
In case you forgot, I love to read. Stacks of books seem to pile up all over the house — most of them half read. Other women buy shoes; I buy books. I’m in the middle of reading Annie Downs book Let’s All be Brave, and she is just so darn relatable that I feel…
Photo Credit: Daniela Corno, via Free Images Tonight I got to chat with a dear friend. She’s coming out of a valley season and stepping out in faith to claim her mountain. Her journey has lead her through peaks and valleys. She faced crossroads where the path seemed uncertain, and sometimes the mud slung up…