Limping, Strolling, or Running
There are different ways that people come to God. Not just initially, but along the way as they journey through their lives with him. First, there’s the limp. Life has beaten us up. We’re emptied out and bruised all over. Maybe not even sure God has noticed or cares, but we still go, limping toward him. Our journey may be slower because of it, but that’s okay. We get there. And we get a lot of TLC along the way as he meets us in often surprising ways. Or maybe limping demands more effort than...This December….Curl up with a romantic story that takes you places!
Hi friends, I hope your fall season is fragrant with crisp, falling leaves and apple cider. I hope winter is magical, with twinkling lights and promises of hope and redemption. So, what’s better than roasting chestnuts on an open fire? Curling up with a Christmas romance. But One December only starts at Christmas . . . and ends the following Christmas. I’d like to take you on a vicarious trip to Paris. But FIRST, you need to meet Mike and Nikki, who get back together One December after three...
Hope for Clay Pots
Several years ago, I started learning pottery. I took my first class, which involved ust clay, a couple tools, and my hands. That was called “hand building” for obvious reasons! The next step in my learning was the pottery wheel. I assumed I’d catch on quickly because I’d done well at the first step.
