Some of you are new around here, and you may not know much about me. I thought I would share a bit of my story. Allow me to begin with the basics. My Childhood I am the youngest of five children. My dad was a pastor; my mom was a
This past Easter, the worship team sang a song that was new to me. One phrase in particular stood out, “all praise to the son of suffering.” God grabbed my heart with the words and whispered me He knew what it felt to suffer. I felt comfort from the Holy
Lately, I’ve felt my life is a random jumble of whatever. For example, I would love a clear directive on how I’m to express my new role as the wife of a District Superintendent, and I’m not seeing it. In addition, if my sweet Pastor husband and I could discover
We all have something we don’t like about ourselves. We may dislike a physical feature, an inability to perform a particular task, or some quirk that ends up being fodder for constant teasing. And without fail, we all do things to mask or distract from that thing we consider less
