Did you know there are writing tools to help you find just the right title for an article? I wanted to name this one: Going inside-out to find right-side-up in an upside-down world. My online tool said it stunk, so I dropped it. But dang, it captures what I prayed
God spoke to me one day while praying in a mighty way. As all mothers do, I carry the burdens of my children. My son and his family are not saved or attend church. Therefore I have a grandson that has not been to church other than a visit here
Have you ever tried to sew fabric to elastic? If the circumference of the elastic is smaller than the circumference of the material, you need to sew a “gathering stitch” on the fabric. It’s a loose stitch. It’s not fancy, but without it, you could never pull the fabric together.
Sometimes the journey we walk to answered prayer is much longer and harder than seems possible. Sometimes the journey includes consequences of our past choices and healing and growth need to come before our prayers are answered. But God is with us every step. I have not always been the
Growing up, I spent a great deal of time with my grandparents. Being lucky enough to have both sets of them living at the beach led to summers that, I can see now, were very spoiled. I was equally close to both sets. Though I didn’t have much of a
(Cue Prince of Bel-Air Music) . . . In little Washington born and raised, in the churchyard is where I spent most of my days, singing and eating like a good Baptist should, doing missions whenever I could. Ok . . . wait. I’m not sure I can do this.
Senior year of high school I walked around the corner to see my very best friend surrounded by a bunch of laughing girls. At lunch, they’d been talking about a party one of the girls was having—a party to which everyone except me was invited. Hurt and angry, I wrote
Almost two years have passed since a judge signed the papers . . . and every promise was broken. Nearly 20 years of marriage, just over. And now, I’m divorced. Just saying that still makes me want to weep. There have been few things in my life as unwanted as
Over a decade ago, I believed I was being led to prepare for a very specific job. I had received the required certifications, logged hundreds of hours in training, and waited for just the right opportunity. Along the way, I developed a focused plan of action to ensure I was
I stopped the vacuum in the middle of the living room, shut it off and said, out loud, “Okay, Lord, I think You’ve made me a speaker.” I waited for a moment. Silence. I turned the vacuum back on and continued my chore. I didn’t hear an audible voice, but
In this virtual world we live in, most women are hungry for something tangible. As we struggle to discern what is fake news, we long