I was cleaning out my office recently and came across a printed copy of a Mother’s Day sermon I had preached fifteen plus years ago. It was on the story of Hannah and her desperate prayer for a son. A Close Up of Hannah When you look closely at the
It was one of those mornings when the weather was freakishly cold for June. Even with the heat from my firepit, I knew it was too chilly to have my quiet time outside. So, I chose to pour my cup of coffee and plant myself in the front room where
Summer is truly here! Students are free of the classroom, and teachers have cleaned out their desks. Since I work retail, I meet all sorts of people who are purchasing necessary vacation items. On the home front, we’ve opened the doors and windows and we’ve turned on ceiling fans, attempting
I sat outside on my deck with the firepit warming my skin and my attitude. I opened my Bible to read the assigned scripture for the day, Luke 3:1-18. The title of the section in my She Reads Truth Bible is “The Messiah’s Herald.” I wrote that in my journal
