I haven’t been able to control the scroll. Some of you know exactly what I'm talking about. It all begins so innocently. A morning post for friendly followers and instantly we're fixated on friendly’s all day! Me and my church girls are studying Priscilla Shirer’s, Elijah. (Thank you, Jesus, for sisters sitting in small spaces, around little tables, sharing their... Continue Reading →
When I was 17, it was 1981. At home pregnancy tests were not well known, but I knew I was pregnant before he drove me to the doctor. We’d discussed what I would do if this should ever happen months ago under the moon. (It’s not as though we were oblivious to the fire we... Continue Reading →
I was twenty-four when my knees bent to Jesus. Bringing a boatload of baggage into my born-again life. Married six years with two littles, I had a heap of bad behavior to reorganize. Cigarettes and swearing had to go. Movies, TV shows, music—all required revamping. Bible reading and morning prayer needed implanting. I had a... Continue Reading →
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