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  • Hospitality

    Our Sunday school lesson that day was on hospitality. I had read it a couple days before and had been thinking about one part of it. Hospitality wasn’t always in having company over but was also in opening our hearts… Continue reading

    Hospitality
  • Our Rewritten Song

    It was not a new song to us, but it may as well have been. As a group, we started singing the old familiar words of the song, only to find out it didn’t flow as we remembered it. Had… Continue reading

    Our Rewritten Song
  • Unexpected Moments of Joy

    It was an unexpected moment of joy.  I am not a morning person. I love the morning feeling and wish it would last all day long, but how I love my sleep. If I get enough, I don’t mind too… Continue reading

    Unexpected Moments of Joy
  • “You are Mine”

    “I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine” (Isaiah 43:1b). She had been my first grade teacher and I hadn’t seen her since we left California. It was a blast from the past the evening someone pointed out… Continue reading

    “You are Mine”
  • God and Barefoot Shoes

    It was barefoot shoes that gave me my inspiration this time. On a rainy Saturday in the month of May, he and I sat at the table in the midst of a couple hundred people and talked about walking and… Continue reading

    God and Barefoot Shoes
  • Hands and Feet of Jesus

    She sent me a message one day.  “A random thought that came to me in the night. ‘You maybe need to write something about how we as Christian gals need to help each other fight each other’s battles instead of… Continue reading

    Hands and Feet of Jesus
  • One in Him

    We were in their congregation for the weekend and had spent a lot of time with their people. We laughed, we teased, we played. But the most important thing I took home with me was the fellowship. The same believers,… Continue reading

    One in Him
  • The Gift of Helps

    It was around the time of Lauren’s Heaven date when she offered to help me in the flower garden. At first my heart jumped at the chance. I didn’t know my flowers as well as she did and didn’t know… Continue reading

    The Gift of Helps
  • My Dead Boy

     I don’t know when she wrote the article in the Messenger or when I even read it but the day she wrote it, it could well have been that God drew nigh to her in her quiet time and said,… Continue reading

    My Dead Boy
  • Fly Away Strands

    I had been washing my hair every day since I was really young. I didn’t ever miss a day and the idea of others only washing a few days a week was foreign to me. Now in the recent years,… Continue reading

    Fly Away Strands