St. Valentine’s Day is a mere week away. The history of this holiday is debated a bit, but it all boils down to St. Valentine, who was martyred for love. One legend speaks that he wrote the very first valentine to his jailer’s daughter and signed it,...
Tonight, as prayer service at my church was about to end, I looked up at the candle in the middle of our small circle of prayer. That candle represents me.The candle is beautiful; it is white–apparently left from a wedding the church had some time...
We all do it. We put that death-grip on things. We become so petrified of losing control–so much that it seems to happen anyway. Ironic, eh? We forget that Christ is in control and we put ourselves in that place of power. We forget...
Here I am, again. In the same car. Still letting Him drive and trying to remind my frantic little self that He’s the better driver. But we just hit a pot hole. It was a big one. And I’ve got this feeling…Pot holes...
Some friends of mine introduced to me the name of a smell we’re all familiar with: Play.When a person smells like “play,” they have just come in from playing outside. Play is a sort of grassy dankness and not a body odor smell. It’s...
