I’ve attended more funerals than I care to remember, each one painful but different. I once attended the service of a homeless man named Roger who was dear to our church. As with most services, the pastor gave those in attendance a chance to say a few words about him. I remember sitting there thinking how awkward this was going to be. I have been to funerals where no one wanted to speak—how could anyone have anything to say about a homeless man?
Read MoreWith a gas can in one hand and a lit match in the other I left my hometown eight years ago and never looked back. For thirty three years I lived in the same county and there was a bad memory on every corner. I left in the wee hours of the morning and cried for the first 100 miles then I cranked up my radio and drove until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I traveled alone on the road to a new start in North Carolina, just a shell of a person hanging on by a thread.
Read MoreThe “S” word. We’ve all heard it and most likely cringed at the mere thought of it. I once received a book on the “S” word--it took me years to forgive the person who gifted it to me. After all, we are independent women who have fought hard for equality--why on earth would we go backward? Well, what if I told you the “S” word could make your marriage dreamy and your sex life steamy? I, the skeptic, have seen first-hand how it can change your marriage!
Read MoreWe lost our businesses, our house, and while this was happening, both of my parents were battling cancer. It was a time I will never forget. You don’t easily forget the nice, elderly man that had to come to your house multiple times to collect past due on the light bill.
Read MoreThe journey of life, especially the journey of a disciple, is marked with potholes and patches, demolitions and new construction...all ordained editing marks of a God who loves hardcore. Through that love, and because of it, He has been graciously hacking away and shaping me into someone who hopefully resembles His Son increasingly more each day.
Read MoreI still think I had every right to throw a tantrum, and when I say tantrum, I mean full-on toddler mode, clenched fists, and foot stomping included.
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