A Woman I Once knew
She was 7, maybe 8 when her brother started touching her inappropriately. There was a TV room upstairs in the attic that her father had built mainly for her older brothers to use. It was fun and different up there. She could see out the second-story window into the backyard and watch the birds land in the cherry tree. It was carpeted and warm with cartoons playing non-stop. He was always up there too, her older brother that she looked up to and her parents adored. She learned quickly that there was a price to pay if she wanted to spend time with him and so many that would come after him....
Read MoreIt’s All About Faith
See that tagline above. I wrote that long before I knew how appropriate it would be. It’s been a walk of faith since we moved to Texas nearly 2 years ago. Nothing seems to have come to us except through faith. Sometimes unwavering faith. Sometimes wavering. His lessons have not been lost on me and I see God’s hand in each and every one. Our home, Julian’s job, car repairs, college tuition and so many more needs have been used to strengthen and grow our faith. I can’t help but think it’s my fault. Maybe I prayed, “I believe, Lord, help my unbelief,”...
Read MoreBible-Driven
There was an awful lot a few years back about the purpose of one’s life. Believers and non-believers alike made one particular book on the subject a best seller. Yet we need only go to our Bibles to find what God says is the purpose that should “drive” us. Colossians 1:16 says, “For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him…” It seems silly to write an entire book concerning our purpose here on earth when it could...
Read MoreHas it been a month already?
No, as a matter of fact it has not been a month. I think that’s something I can be proud of, don’t you? I must be getting in the swing of things already. It’s hard for me to believe that just a couple of years ago making sure I had something to post daily meant everything to me. I remember spending hours and hours each evening typing away. God forbid a post, if even just a meme, wasn’t ready for public viewing the following day. Blogging was my drug of choice I suppose. Today I am free from the addiction and it feels good. It makes for a whole lot less posting but...
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