My earliest recollection of story is my little Fisher Price cassette player. Our home had plenty of books, but my desire for words was insatiable at a young age. My parents invested in a collection of books and cassettes and my little cassette player. They got the idea when a …
Stories. We love them—even when we act too grown up to care. Our mamas read them to us before we fell asleep at night, we heard them in Sunday School, we read them in school. And now that we have heard all those stories—we each have our own. …
My life has been very full. As you know, I haven’t posted here much lately. Yet, I remember last year’s 31 Days challenge, and I feel like I need to make space for it again. In case you don’t remember, 31 Days is the challenge thrown out by the …
In the early days after Jesus’ death, when His followers were first called “Christians”, it was meant as a derisive term. Today, being called a Christian identifies us with Christ. A person’s attitude towards the term largely suggests his attitude towards Christ. Today we have new labels. Since I choose a …
As I filled in the last page of my journal today, I leafed through the pages of the past year. I came across an entry from a year ago which reminded me of my parenting journey. I don’t write a lot about parenting. Honestly, I mostly don’t write about it because …
The shiny online billboards flash and beckon to women. We are strong, empowered, enlightened. Today’s women bow to no one. We can do anything we please and no adversity can stop us. We lead the corporation, the church, the factory, the practice and the Bible study. We dominate at the gym, …
“Your daughter can’t marry him. It will never work. They are both firstborns. Everyone knows firstborns are too competitive and don’t make good marriage partners.” Such was the sage advice given to my mother after we announced our engagement. Stereotype or not, both us are competitive. We each like to …
“I never once heard my mother raise her voice.” “The first time I ate a pizza that wasn’t homemade was in college.” “Through the years, my mother never missed a day of reading her Bible.” “We never had paper plates in our home. Mama always set the table with her …
Disclaimer: I am taking creative license with Jesus’ stories in this series. I realize that I am making different applications and changing some details. However, the principles in the parables I am sharing are what I believe the Bible and Christian experience teach us about marriage. There was once a …
It has been awhile since I sat here. Staring at this white space, fingers poised and feeling half afraid. Afraid to mar it. Afraid of leaving yet another unfinished project to haunt me. Afraid that it won’t be perfect or I’m not ready or….Just afraid. Life has been a blur …
