The morning hadn’t started out well for me. In my distraction, I raced through my Bible reading time at breakfast, even though I happened to be in my favorite chapter, Romans 8. So I left my Bible at the table, opened it again and lunch and prayed, “Lord, speak to my heart through Your word.” And boy, did He.
Here are eight (more…)
“I don’t have any parents.”
The words sounded cold and hard, like metal against bare skin on a winter day. I recognized the voice as my own, though it felt distant and strange.
I had responded to a simple question – “What about your parents?” – in the course of a conversation about my mother-in-law’s health. My answer was reflexive, like a sneeze (more…)