She must’ve been at my house.  Or peeked in the windows, at least.  Surely, surely she’s had kids of her own, and that’s how she was able to write it.

Tangle, huh?  While I regularly “untangle” there in that place with the aroma of fresh-ground beans, the lights in greenery twining, and Christmas music tinkling in the air, I knew

It was a mission trip to the Dominican Republic this summer that impacted his life.  He’d loved the country, loved the people, loved living on the edge and having new

I always wanted to be a mother.  As a girl, I played house with my dollies, taking them to church, shushing them when they cried, and kissing their plastic heads. I didn’t

Looking up verses on “rest” this morning, I find it there in Hebrews: “There remains a rest for the people of God.”  For anyone who enters His rest ceases from

I’m talking about that awful Comparison Game.  Not having enough time, space, or wisdom to dissect the whole kaboodle and analyze from whence it springs, I do know this –

I see that Better Conversation Week ran at the back end of November.  Good thinking.  If I give the locals several weeks to cool down from their week of angst,

As I often do when driving alone, I was speaking aloud my heart, my concerns, picturing Jesus Himself in the seat to the right.  Thinking, thinking, praying… Here and there

He’s just done it again.  Jesus, Gentle Healer, heart beating full with love for those castoffs, speaks a word and heals the lepers.  His word alone, going forth, makes them

“For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”  Mr. Pope must’ve been thinking of me when he wrote that line.