Back when I was small
And the black suits were tall,
There were services that went on too long,
First one man would preach
And another would teach
Then the people sang melancholy songs,
While black suits would bear
With quiet, solemn care
Bread and juice up aisle and down.
“Sin is not a mistake. A mistake is taking the wrong exit on the highway. A sin is treason against a Holy God. A mistake is a logical misstep. Sin lurks in our heart and grabs us by the throat to do its bidding.”
I am told that this whole “word of the year” thing was fashionable a few years ago and is on it’s way out. I inwardly rebel to what is fashionable, but somehow last year, a word came to me for 2018, and I took… Continue Reading “Why My Word for this Year is FEAR”
Because we are all broken and in need of the Father’s love.
<a href="”> Read More…
I had a conversation yesterday that blessed me immensely and I hope it blesses you. It includes two boys whom I will call Adam (8) and Matt (6). Me: Good morning Boys: Good morning Adam: I like your dress. It’s pretty. Me: (looking down… Continue Reading “He Said”