Dusting Don Mattingly
There’s a little man with a mustache right beside my bed. He hangs out on my nightstand, holding what is Continue reading
There’s a little man with a mustache right beside my bed. He hangs out on my nightstand, holding what is Continue reading
Pray without ceasing. Could there be a harder command to follow? I don’t know about you, but prayer is by Continue reading
Last fall, as I drove to pick my daughter up from school, I caught myself gasping and saying, “Wow!” out Continue reading
The story of the woman caught in adultery in John 8 is a story of a face-off between the “godly” Continue reading
It had been a long day. A very long day. I remember feeling pretty frustrated and dissatisfied with life in Continue reading
I do not like figs. Not that I’ve ever tried a real fig. The closest I’ve come is a Fig Continue reading