But, Kansas was a long way from Georgia, and back in the day, staying in touch meant writing letters. Sadly, after a couple of years, too many moves and too many miles eventually took their toll.
It's that time of year when pastors remind and request support of their congregations. God's message for me was not one I was expecting.
Pastor Robyn spoke of our responsibility to cheerfully give of our time, our talents, and our gifts, whatever they might be.
Hmm! Did I just feel a paradigm shift?
In moments of vanity, I like to think the Lord has blessed me with gifts and talents to encourage others with the written word.
Your gifts and talents, Dear Reader, encourage me greatly! As I enjoy being blogging penpals, you have also modeled good stewardship of your gifts.