But One Life to Live
Today’s post brings a few of my thoughts on Easter week. This cross stood at the side of a small community church in a remote village in Honduras. I’ve written and shared these on my social media accounts over the years. Comments on my posts vary. One day, a person stated they never asked Jesus
No response is a response. That has stuck with me all day. Once we become aware of the existence of God – we have choices to make. Curiosity might lead us to study the bible. Wanting to make a change in our life can create a desire to do life differently. Where do we
Psalm 121:1-2 1 I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? 2 My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. I don’t have to look back very far to remember a time when I asked where does my help come from. In fact, as life continues
Something wasn’t quite right. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I’ve spent the last days in India. I’m visiting friends. I’m tired. Jet. Lag. Is. Real. It’s been an amazing few days but in a few hours, I begin the long journey home. I came to celebrate a major life and work event with
“Hey, Mom, what’s going on?” I asked my Mom, a mother of five. We talked as she waited on her porch for the adult daycare center van, and I heard her excitement, knowing I would be there soon. I reminded her that my flight from Louisiana to Pennsylvania wouldn’t get in until later that night