It was the morning of my birthday – and the only celebration would be the celebration of life for my Dad who had passed away 4 days before that. I got up early that morning before there were too many people coming to the house. I wanted to spend some time with God because I...
Slammed Shut I slammed the door in the pastor’s face. I’d had it. I didn’t want flowers, cards, or phone calls in my hospital room, and I most certainly, didn’t want a visit from the pastor. Hours away from giving birth, I wanted to be left alone. How was the church going to help me?...
For the past two years, I have been writing a book exploring what dwelling with God looks like in our culture of busyness and distraction. The book writing process is taking a long time because, well, I’ve been busy. I’ve gotten distracted. You can see why God has some things He wants to teach me...
