I have confidence with all of my capacity, to believe that there is life after death. I believe that all of the hints and promises about what comes next, the glimpses gifted by God are true. I believe that I will see my Mamaw and side by side worship and love and...
I cannot sing. The first time I realized it I was about 9 and I recorded myself (on cassette tape) singing a clip from “The Little Mermaid.” When I proudly sat my family down for them to hear it, I was shocked and horrified when I realized I was not, in fact, Amy...
We are in the midst of Holy Week. The biggest popularity shift whiplash ever known in one week’s time. And the impending purpose of The Announcement which was so formidably offered 33 years prior. Regardless of what people believe about who Jesus was, nobody argues...
We all need grace don’t we? Life is a journey, and sometimes we need people to laugh, shrug stuff off, and cut us some slack — because truthfully speaking rarely are any two people at the exact same point in their journey and nobody has access to the depths of our...
In the last few days I have heard 3 people who are dear to me use the phrase “I am at my breaking point.” All for completely unique reasons and seasons of life demands. And because I love them I am so grateful that they all have growing and vibrant relationships...
I used to be categorized as a pretty flexible, undemanding, mostly spontaneous person. Gone are those days. I have become sort of type A. Not by nature, by absolute necessity. Because I have kids — whom I love and adore and would like to see into adulthood; so the...
Today it was easy to be content. SO easy. This morning the air was crisp and cool, the sun was bright, and the wind at bay. The boys threw rocks into the lake that literally seemed to sparkle, and as they laughed and played I sipped my coffee, hugged my sweatshirt...
It means to be abandoned or deserted; which infers an interruption of sorts. The one forsaken wasn’t alone to begin with. My own instinct is to assume (in most cases) a devastating separation, or rejection. Which is what caught my eye and compelled me to linger as...