We’ve all been afflicted by this contagious disease.
Ever since I was a little girl, I had a knack for numbers and a knack for talking…out of turn most of the time. People were often impressed by how much I knew so the more they were impressed, the more I kept talking. I loved the attention. I loved the affirmation until I realized that it held me hostage from living my life. Honestly, I wanted people to like me. Read more
I sat on the front row last Sunday as I usually do. My ears perked up and my body perched in my chair longing to hear what God would say to His people through the sermon. Wesley, the preacher and my husband, started his monologue. A dissertation of sorts for the next steps in the life of the church. Read more
I am sure that today many of you are in the throes of Christmas preparations. The tantalizing aromas coming from your oven can be smelled all over your kitchen. Your legs are falling asleep as you count the sporadic road signs on your way to grandma’s house. The kids keep asking when Santa is going to arrive and their excitement level is on 100. You make a promise to yourself that you are not going to go all out like you did this year. Well, I give you full permission to take a moment to relax and indulge yourself in some reading pleasure as I share with you my favorite Christmas poem.