Bible. Faith. Life.
Bible. Faith. Life.
Bite of Bread, faith, treasure huntHe was my favorite toy at the time. His name was Andy. Raggedy Andy to be exact. My mom made him and Raggedy Ann the theme of my bedroom. I had a toy chest with their pictures on the front, and she decoupaged fabric cut outs onto my window shades. My room was so cool. I loved Raggedy …
Bite of BreadMy voice lacks volume. It’s like it’s turned down, and I can’t adjust the knob, not much anyway. Some days it’s worse than others. When my kids were little, I could never yell loud enough for my sons to hear me call them back into the house for supper. After three or four attempts I’d have to find my daughter …
Bite of Bread, prayer, trusting GodHurricane Irma is battering Southern Florida as I type. I check in with my daughter every few hours to see how she is doing at her in-laws house in Ft. Lauderdale. It does a mama’s heart good to read her text. I’ve prayed for the storm to die. For the winds to calm and it’s strength to dissipate. But …
Bite of Bread, Trust, UncategorizedI could hear her tears as she told me her frustrations and fears. I held the phone close to my ear straining to hear every word, and I silently prayed to God to grant me the right answer to her questions. I wanted to fix it. That’s what we do, isn’t it? We want to fix the problems. But sometimes …
treasure huntThe other day, I texted a friend letting her know I was praying for her son. She wrote back, “Thank you! We’ve got to pray that he would be the new creation that he is and the enemy will leave him alone!” Her words lingered in my thoughts, and I began to ponder what it means to be a new …