It was a few weeks ago when I went searching for my Bible. I couldn’t imagine where I had put it. I checked all the regular places– by the computer, on the corner cupboard, in the bathroom, by my bed, inside my purse. It was M.I.A. Finally, finally, we located it… in the car, where it had…
The hard days don’t come that often anymore, but they do come. Sweeping in and leaving me lost and trembling. The voice says, “It’s only because you’re lazy and don’t have enough money. If only you had ___________ then you would have what you desire.” The words that fill the blank vary on the day but…
It’s been three years since I first started. Honest. Romans 8 is stuck on repeat in my CD player. That page of my “barn Bible” is manure splattered (it doesn’t wash as well as my clothes). I’ve had people walk in on me reciting and ask who I was talking to. There have been seasons,…
I can do a lot of things. I can make a perfect loaf of bread, milk a cow, balance a checkbook, count large sums of money very quickly (five years as a bank teller) and numerous other things. There is one thing, however, that I am completely incapable of doing alone: interpreting Scripture to make…
Once upon a time there was a man who decided to do everything the Scriptures said. He picked up his Bible, flipped it open and read the first verse his finger landed on. he went away and hanged himself. Matthew 27:5 “Wait!” he cried, “This can’t be right.” He shut the Bible firmly then opened it again…
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