I saw the boy as Dave and I were driving out the back entrance of the Starbucks parking lot. I’m amazed I noticed him at all because I was totally consumed with my iced grande soy latte. I’d been trying to get up the courage to try a soy
My friends, it is so easy to find fault; it takes neither brains nor heart. There are many professed Christians who are all the time finding fault and criticising ...
I wrote this article several years back when I was writing and editing for Pastors.com. It describes the feelings I wish I had shared with my pastor back when I was the woman crying in the pew. Now that my husband is the pastor, we handle Mother’s
While on our trip to the East Coast, we witnessed an unexpected outburst by an old woman. I'll give you all the details in another post, but for now, here's an old post that came to mind while I was mulling it all over.
Something I wrote about six years ago for Dave, and shared last night during my teaching on Proverbs 31. Just a reminder that our homes should be a place of respite; a refuge in which weapons are dropped and the wounds of a day are healed.