Who’s Your One?

You have to love Southern Baptists — we have a plan for everything. I’m just grateful God still uses us despite our desires to put everything in order! However, I’m really not bashing them, because I’m grateful for a denomination that desires to teach the Bible and witness to a lost and dying world. My … More Who’s Your One?

Scraps

I finished my work in the house, so headed out to the shop to see if there was any way I could help my son with what will definitely be the hardest part of letting go of the place that’s been home for the last ten years. He wasn’t cleaning, but working on just one … More Scraps

First Impressions

There are some moments in life you never forget. They become embedded pictures in your mind, even when the details grow fuzzy. My first visit to an African marketplace did it for me. The year was 1986. Only a few months in the capital city of Abidjan, Ivory Coast, a friend took me to the … More First Impressions

Internal Bleeding

We expect trouble. We can’t avoid it. Jesus even told us, “in this world, you will have tribulation.” That’s the nature of living in a fallen world, the nature of sinful man. The problem is when it comes from the sinner saved by grace. We’re supposed to be new creations in Christ, so why do we … More Internal Bleeding

The Maiden Voyage

I can’t decide if I should call this post, “The Maiden Voyage,” or “The Voyage of the Maiden.” Either one works, as I recall my first overseas flight. I was a mere 22-year-old maiden. The year was 1986, long before cell-phones or the internet or even fax machines. The Dark Ages, for most of you … More The Maiden Voyage

Making it their own

Buying a new house is exciting. It’s a huge commitment and is a major event in life. It’s been fun to watch my son and daughter-in-law go through the process, which includes both trepidation and enthusiasm. I was honored to be asked to help in a painting project this past weekend. Thrilled to be asked, … More Making it their own

Promises

My mother always told me not to promise anything, because only God is able to keep his. Her words stuck with me, and I never “promised” to do anything the rest of my life. I said “yes” or “no”, or “I’ll do my best to help you out.” A promise was not for me to … More Promises

Provoked

These hot, lazy days of summer make it so easy to just do nothing. It’s like the month of Ramadan for my Muslim friends. You’re not eating, the energy level decreases and sleep comes easy. Sluggish is a good word for this kind of feeling. Being raised by parents who grew up in the days … More Provoked