To my precious Daughters, From before you were born, I have dreamed of you. Would you be a boy, or a girl? What color hair would you have? Eyes? What would your name be? What would my heart feel when I held your tiny body, and beheld your miracle face? What would your life . . .
This morning, I was enjoying a cappuccino and mindlessly scrolling through Facebook before getting ready to head into the office, and a share caught my eye. Post by Fox & Friends. To all of our atheist friends: Thank God you're wrong." The words felt in my spirit . . .
Somewhere in the collision of water temperature, air temperature and pressure, wind shears and direction, and sub-oceanic geography - the atmosphere shifts - and a storm is birthed. It happens several thousand times per year, in varying intensities. And few notice, besides fishermen and . . .
I've gone to church all my life. Sunday mornings. Sunday evenings. Wednesday nights. Pot Luck Suppers. You name it, if those doors were opened, we were going. As far back as I can remember, my family went to church, and I went with them - even with the exception of a brief time my parents didn't go . . .
I recently had the most Holy experience of my life. Holy, being defined here as an occurrence, occasion, encounter, or time where the Presence of the Lord is expressly tangible. When time itself is suspended, and eternity feels closer to a concept that can be grasped. Where the space . . .