“Remember me not as I always was, but how I could sometimes be.” I wrote that sentence early in High School, it could have been Middle School actually. I’m fuzzy on the details. I wrote it with the notion in mind that it could be what …
We are at our most defective, our most infected, our most thieving selves when we are turned towards idols. When we are shoulder-deep in worshipping “crafted heroes” (a goal; an idea; a status; a person; people in mass, group or whole; a label; literally fill in the blank with any other …
In September, I mused how ‘One Day’ might possibly look like. How, in a seemingly small way in relation to a lifetime, yet enormously impactful to my own world — having the peace of heart to know I’m provided for would be a welcome comfort. In a season where helping the community is increased and donating to pantries …
I cannot contain my excitement and overflowing cup of joy any longer. I will keep my words brief because it’s high time you jump in the VW bandwagon and check out my friends Darren and Lindsey Smitherman over at On The Good Road. There’s a blog: READ itThere’s an About: Meet …
