Photo Credit: FreeImages.com/Piotr Lewandowski I said too much. I wanted to speak grace, to listen with compassion. I wanted to be Jesus with skin on. But, I forgot that I can’t fix people. Only God can change a life. My job is just to love. I am so thankful that God gives us do-overs….
Photo Credit Sometimes, I weep for what was. I wish I could roll back the clock and revise a tragic day in my family’s history. I cry out for restoration as salty tears stream down my face. I am thankful for that sweet Scripture that says God collects all my tears in a bottle. I…
Photo Credit Dear Denise, I thought of you on Saturday. I was at the hair salon, and John apparently is a Beatles fan. He played most of the Magical Mystery Tour Album while he highlighted my hair. As I hummed the tune to “Strawberry Fields Forever,” I relived that dark day in 1975 when…
Photo Credit I keep wishing that I could have a Narnia prayer moment. You know, I want to find this magical door that provides access to a world of unfolding light and power. Instead, I struggle to stay awake every morning on my knees, and my mind drifts off to my mental grocery list….
Photo Credit As a child, I did not excel at the game of hide and seek. I’d always pick the wrong place to hide. Rather than finding an enclosed shelter safely away from the evil elements pursuing me, I usually chose to stand behind a flimsy curtain where I could peek. I had a…
Photo Credit We drove home in separate cars after a dinner date with family. “I’ll follow you,” I remember saying to my husband. The problem is that I am not a good follower. Bruce stays in one lane and puts on cruise control. He’s steady and unchanging. I hate driving in the slow lane. …