The first person to pray for us was the driver of the Mack truck we collided with.
We all play this game. What if I would have gone to a different school? Took a different job? Married someone else?
Suffering doesn’t have to mean losing hope.
My temperament test results have always been a bit perplexing.
Some people we meet change the course of our lives. Michelle was one of those people.
Losing my phone made me realize how our rushed, social media-centric, to-do list way of living is such an impediment to being present now.
Life beats us down. Suffering makes us jaded. The older we get, the harder it is to cling to Hope and not fall into the cynicism our culture promotes.
I’m glad God doesn’t grade me for my holiday decor. Or our Jesse tree execution, family traditions, and acts of