Bible. Faith. Life.
Bible. Faith. Life.
Christmas
My body feels like I worked out yesterday. (But I didn’t.) When I awoke this morning and performed my routine stretch with my arms in the air, cracks and pops betrayed my younger self–the one that perceives herself as only thirty. The culprit to my pain was not the gym. . . it was decorating for Christmas. I …
I did it. I made a Pinterest account. (Smile). I put it off for a year because it seemed like another time-sucking activity. I was also a little afraid. I confess that new technological stuff scares me. What if I mess up? But fear is: False Evidence (of things) Appearing Real The sky didn’t fall when I made the …
