My father was a Gideon member ever since I knew life existed, and it brought me many perks, including snuggles from his co-Gideon members (my veterinarian godparents were also from the ministry), and taking Sunday jaunts from one church to
In Hillsong Worship’s Seasons was a heavy hitting line: Oh, how nature acquaints us / with the nature of patience. It clicked, and when it did, I understood. Patience was not a virtue I have a lot of. But patience
Today, as the storm Ester pours out its wet anger over our house, and there’s a flood sitting outside, rendering most immobile, my heart drifts back to that one experience that shifted my perspective. Remember this. Always, always Because
From the first time I saw you, I fell in love. I hear you. I recognize your bruises and how you bravely kept the fight. On the day we met, you stood, performing your duties; making sure nothing lacked even
Walk. That’s all I told myself this year. No big dreams. No expectations. No giant, fireworks-inducing, shut-the-front-door kind of goals. It is as bland as a hamburger with no cheese and little dressing, but it suited me right, because as
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