Long Distance Roses
When ministry only does the spreadsheet and creates the vision but does not see or embrace the people, then it becomes only a job with responsibilities to mark off each day.
The Balsa Wood Plane, The Big Tree and Me
It was many years later when I remembered this story. It came to me as I coached my daughter down from the tops of the tree. Sitting on the back porch, I told her about the day I climbed to the top of the tree in our yard.
When Story Becomes A Magic Carpet Ride
I think about my own daughter, wondering what stories she will remember about her childhood and share with her children. Will they hold on to the fringe of the magic carpet and ride as I did with my mother; and as their mother did with me?
The Night We Uprooted Fear
Each day we are all faced with decisions concerning uprooting fear with love and planting courage in its place.
Songbird In The Night
Worship is our spiritual art expressing our heart to God.
More Than A Chick-Stock Life
God wants us to live life to the fullest because that is the life that brings us joy and Him Glory.
Mentoring Your Daughters
Moms are the ones, who first teach us to make friends, understand the actions of others and set the example of a godly woman. Setting a perfect example in front of our children is not the most important example we give our daughters. Living authentically in front of...
Silvered Scars
She was a thirty-something, the mom of seven, tolerating with a smile the extra children and teens running through her kitchen, and I was sixteen when we first met. She mentored me at times with advice about womanhood, and I taught her the latest dances. That was...
My Story and I’m Sticking To It!
he one where God gets all the glory, for any good that comes from it, because I have obviously made some mistakes along the way.
Building Bridges You May Never Cross
Building bridges never crossed is a well-honed craft of a worrier.
What To Know Before The Storms
I watched their eyes – the way they would show their brave, when hail pounded the roof like a monster trying to break in to get us.
Backtalk and Parenting
“I didn’t asked to be born!” shouted my teen from the bedroom. “It’s not fair. Nobody else has to do this! You’re so mean!” And the door to the purple room closes with a slam. “Good thing you didn’t ask to be born today,” I thought to myself. “Today the answer...
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