Leftovers. My husband hates them unless I completely camouflage them as something new. I LOVE them because that means dinner is just a push of the microwave button from being on the table. For some reason I’ve been thinking about the leftovers from that big ol’ supper miracle that Jesus fixed by the side of the… Continue reading The Story of Hope (Spoken)
We’ve had the patched together spring break travel week, filled with lots of obligations, waiting and driving, sprinkled with just enough sweet spots with friends and family to make it all worth the effort. The kind of trip where you’re packing up every two days to head to another hotel. Too many carbs, too much… Continue reading 2 Stories for the Road
It’s a hot west Texas July morning. The kind of day when the cicadas start their racket about the time the sun comes up. It’s a good day though because everything that has to be done revolves around one important activity: hanging out at the community pool with anywhere from 3 to 7 girlfriends and… Continue reading Let’s Just Hang Out
This is the time of year I begin to get antsy. Wanderlust tamped down by holidays and schedules begins to seep back into the cracks of my consciousness, whispering that its time to pack bags and go explore new places. Perhaps it is the dog days of winter that trigger such a deep desire for… Continue reading Wanderlust
I am a broken mess. I am beloved. Those two truths change my story. I am prideful and vain. I am selfish. There are times I wake up and discover I am running after all sorts of idols. I speak when I should be quiet. I am silent when I should speak. I erect a personal judgement seat… Continue reading A Broken Loving Mess
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