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It was 6am Saturday morning, and my younger son had an all day track meet. He ate a quick breakfast, and threw a few Gatorades and a couple of Cliff bars into a bag. But before walking out the door, he walked into our guest bedroom.  My in-laws were in town for the weekend and

It was the strangest thing.  The year was 1999. I had just gotten married, moved across town & I was in search of a new job, closer to my new apartment.  I made some calls and sent out my resume. After some time, I received a call back from a district pharmacy manager. He was

I went up for every altar call, called every 1-800 prayer line, I fasted, I prayed.  I needed a breakthrough.  It’s funny how committed I can be when I’m desperately in need of God to act on my behalf.  And then there are times when life is good and I can barely make it to

Your struggle is not against flesh and blood. Yes, I’m talking to you.  If it weighs you down. If it causes anxiety in your heart. If you’re losing sleep over it.  It’s not about flesh & blood.  If it causes division. If it’s tearing apart your church, your family or you.  It’s not about flesh

I think I was 8. My sister and I were about to play outside when my mom warned us, “Billy Graham will be on at 7pm.”  Ugh…I knew what that meant.  We can’t stay out too long. We’ll need to finish our homework, shower and eat dinner early…because at 7pm, WE were watching the nationally

It was September 19, 2016. I am a planner, and my plan for the day was to take our youngest son to the doctor. He had a small cyst on the back of his neck which needed to be removed (thankfully, it was nothing too serious). My husband had rescheduled his morning work meetings &

When our church doors reopened late last summer, my family couldn’t get inside fast enough. We knew things would be different…We’d wear masks, sit every other row, the water fountains would be shut off. There would be no more coffee in the lobby, no handshakes, and no hugs….but that’s okay. We were THRILLED to be

When I was sixteen, I walked out of my local DMV office, feeling quite defeated and embarrassed. I failed my drivers test. I don’t remember much about the test or what all I missed (probably parallel parking)…but I DO remember what my mom said when I told her that I failed. ‘That’s okay. The next

It’s been four years, but I still remember the song the worship team was playing as I walked into church that particular Sunday.  I’ll be honest, I might have been mouthing the words, but my heart was having a hard time believing what I was singing. “Our God is the Lion, the Lion of Judah,

My friend and I were chatting away on the sidelines of our boys’ basketball game. With college just around the corner, my friend asked if I had any concerns about my firstborn leaving home. Funny she should ask. You see, I DID have a concern…but I hadn’t thought to share it with anyone. ‘It is