Though the Fig Tree Does Not Bud

Yesterday our church services featured about 25 cardboard testimonies. A cardboard testimony is exactly what it sounds like: People come forward with short testimonies written on cardboard. One side tells the struggle they faced; the flip side tells how God helped them overcome seemingly impossible odds.
The stories were as varied as they were remarkable – stories of addiction, abuse, death, divorce, (more…)

To Serve or Be Served

I’m a very old-fashioned girl. My husband comes home from his primary job to turn around and commit his evenings to freelance work, so I try to do the whole June Cleaver thing: make myself look decent, have the house clean, have dinner ready to go on the table, and have his glass of tea poured when he walks in. I (more…)

The Man in the Mirror

Most women don’t enjoy looking in the mirror. It’s a necessary evil, something we do with a corrective eye. Tweeze this, cover up that, straighten this, add color to that. If only we had so-and-so’s eyes! If only we had so-and-so’s hair! If only we had so-and-so’s body!
I’m guilty as charged. Born with very distinctive coloring and features, I spent most (more…)