Don't you love a church potluck dinner? Nobody cooks like the "church ladies"! Long before I ever heard of Golden Corral, my preschool hand was sneaking up to grab a culinary treat from the long stone tables in our tiny churchyard.
 Tom and I are blessed to live close enough for our granddaughters, Annalyn and Gracie, to visit us frequently. We're thankful for space that has allowed them to have their bedroom in our home.
Now Tom and I are in the process of getting our house market-ready to sell in a year. How do we keep things neutral and basically generic, and still have a room that's engaging for the girls?  Dear Reader, are you a puzzle person? Do you like putting things together, filling in the blanks? Are you like me, slightly OCD, and make yourself crazy if just one piece is missing?
 Why me, Lord? Why on earth or in heaven have you called me to do this? Don't you think I know what people are saying about me? I'm not deaf you know.
 What do you value most, Dear Reader? If all else was threatened to be stripped from you, what would you fight for the hardest?
I thought I treasured my children and grandchildren more than all else. And then a place a little deeper was carved out with love for them.  We met my very first night at K-State University. We had two very important things in common: tons of thick, curly hair, and loving Jesus.
 I heard about her before her ministry spread to millions. I got to hear her in person and on tape (yes, cassette tapes) before her outreach circled the globe. Before she was empowering change in folks worldwide, she was impacting mine.
 My dear John,
You are too funny! You make me sound like a combination between the Motel 6 guy ("We'll leave the light on.") and Oprah with all her philathropy. Maybe you need to get out a bit more, at least to the other side of the island. And about Diotrephes...  Dear Paul,
Seriously, Man, did you really think you would have to smooze me in order for me to take Onesimus back without retribution? Do you think so poorly of me, or was that just a little insurance against me not doing you a "little favor"?  Dear Paul,
How did you know? How did you know exactly the encouragement I needed? Some days I feel so overwhelmed, so burdened that I don't know which way is up. It's not that I don't love the work. And I think you know the passion I have for this new fellowship of believers. In all honesty though, I'm sure there are still plenty of times you'd like to give me a smack upside the head and tell me to get a grip. |
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