Too often I’m not treasuring the moment. It’s easy to look past “now” to what’s next. The writing assignments that need to be completed, the calls that need to be returned, the plans that need to be made. At other
Stories matter—not just those being recorded or posted, but all of our stories.
We can all be change-makers–in the middle of a pandemic, in the middle of important discussions about race, in the middle of an election cycle.
As I celebrate my 39th wedding anniversary, I thank God for the dearest man whose love I treasure!
Stories matter. Our stories connect us in big ways, in profound ways. Yes, stories matter. To all of us!
I don’t know what I don’t know, so I’m listening and learning.
When 8 minutes and 46 seconds count… Eight minutes and forty-six seconds is not a long time. For someone dying, it’s an eternity. Eight minutes and forty-six seconds in not forever. For someone needing help, it’s a lifetime. Eight minutes
I know that if there is to be peace on earth, it has to begin with me. With God as our Father, it can begin with me. It can begin with us.
During these pandemic times, I’ve faltered in ways not expected, never imagined! Monday night I forgot the words to the Lord’s Prayer. Yes, the Lord’s Prayer.
I love helping women of faith connect our delightfully ordinary stories to God’s extraordinary love and faithfulness. I pray our time together will encourage and empower you. As you know, God’s been in the details of our life–always has been, always will be. Let’s keep in touch.
