God got me with flowers. My burning bush so to speak was wild and purple/blue, blooming along the roads and the lava rock meadows of Iceland. It was the...
I grew up on hand-me-downs. There were the hand-me-down clothes, the hand-me-down dolls (anyone else remember old, matted doll hair that makes your skin crawl?), the...
As a mom, I desperately want my children to have a deep, real, full, abiding relationship with Jesus. I want them to love, serve and honor him all the...
We carry with us the Good News of Jesus to our neighbors and friends, the people we serve. But they do not worship or follow us. Our relationship with...