Honestly - this is me on the mornings after our monthly Women of Faith and Friendship dinners. My friend Sherry and I cook and bake up a storm of food to feed about 15-20 ladies. We make enough for them to pack leftovers for spouse, lunch, or next evening’s meal. We throw ourselves fully into this … Continue reading Leaving It All on the Table: A Believer’s Story
I realize this is a dream, a life moment in time travel.
This is a time to be fully haunted by the only ghost deserving to dwell in our lives, the Holy One.
That is the hardest pill to swallow. I think of this and I cry, then I get mad, and finally I trust in God.
This is not an easy decision. I prayed over it, talked with Greg about it, and researched more than my brain could stand sometimes.
National Parks turns 101 today and they are beautiful! Thanks Pres. Roosevelt and nicely done, God.
One thing must remain constant—the door must be open enough to comfort her. An open door allows her to explore her domain and not feel isolated or insecure. A shut door makes her panic.
Some may call it coincidence. I see it as God reaching down through the vast Universe into a moment of need for one of His children.