evangelism, a taxi ride, and bahtbam…
There’s nothing traditional about it. There was no bible, no worship team, no fog machine or lighting rigs. Just a taxi cab and an unknown man. Traveling for work means early-hour flights and late-night returns with the help of the occasional taxi transport. On...
great friday…
A blood-stained cross brought freedom for the captive, sight to the blind, life to the dead. Peter denied Him, Judas betrayed Him, Simon of Cyrene helped Him, Mary wept over Him, the people crucified Him, but now we exalt him. On this day thousands of years ago, a...
what no one tells a stepparent…
I’ve been married for two years, six months, and 11 days to my husband… and his two kids. Oh yes, not only did I win a great looking man with blue eyes and a heart of Jesus, I won a wryly son and dramatic daughter who live with us 50% of our life. Contrary to...
parties, stories, and blissdom…
Maybe I was an insecure child growing up. Or maybe I was neurotic. Or maybe I was both. But was I the only kid that worried about throwing a birthday party and no one showing up? As a child I would decorate the backyard, mix fruit punch, and stare at my cake wishing,...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
