I must confess that right now I have a huge pile of laundry to conquer and a sink full of dishes. The charge to shine brightly and carry Jesus to the lost in this dark world seems beyond my capability. I can’t make time to wash my hair most weeks. How am I supposed to…
We sat in the driveway waiting. I’d spent the day scrubbing my kitchen floor and ran out of time to change clothes before our appointment. I’d jumped into Bruce’s truck wearing my ripped jeans and an old T shirt that reeked of Clorox Cleanup Spray. Not my best look. “I like it from the outside,”…
Sometimes I wonder if God only gave me 5 toes because He knew I’d constantly insert my foot in my mouth. My mouth is always getting me in trouble — even when I am on my best behavior. More than once over the last few weeks, I’ve said, “That’s not what I meant” and shaken…
I grew up in the 1970’s before internet and X-boxes. The tiny square television in our living room was the primary form of family entertainment. We had no remote control. My dad sat in his leather recliner, and I walked to the front of the room and changed the channels to his favorite shows….
Tonight, I put on my big girl pants and went to visit a very difficult person who is sick. Let me be honest — I did not want to go. Everything inside me wanted to hide and make excuses. I am too tired. I’ll just go tomorrow. I will call. A phone call is perfectly…
On Monday after the stormy winds had blown on by, the phone started to ring. Friends were “checking in” to make sure we were okay. I am happy to report that everybody here at Casa Dunbar is in one piece. We didn’t even lose power at our house, and we spent the day inside playing…