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…
The bed squeaked under my weight. Light filtered in from the street lamp and illuminated the life-size sunflowers on my wall. “What happened today, God?” My voice echoed in the empty house. Pieces splintering off the ceiling. Pieces full of fear and sorrow and hurt. It’s never fun to hear your failings. It’s even less…
I suppose that roses are more beautiful, lilacs smell sweeter, lily of the valley are more regal with their delicate little bells. Still, I would choose dandelions. In the heat, in the cold, in the sunshine, in the shade, in good soil or bad- they flourish. They can be mowed over, dug up, cut down and they…
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