On my way to the airport in Ft. Lauderdale, I had to exit the interstate to gas up my rental car before turning it in. I wasn’t thinking about where I was, or even what it looked like; I just needed a gas station. I was getting ready to fill up the car when...
This morning, I was approached by a man outside of a McDonald’s who said he had seen me in the store, and was prompted by the Holy Spirit to give me a message. The message was “You are going to be fine.” For someone still recovering from...
Cleaning out my mother’s house made me determined to run right home and do a similar decluttering in my own. After all, when do we ever have the motivation to work our way back to the last stray paperclip in the junk drawer, unless we have to hand the...
It’s been a while since I’ve had as satisfying an evening as watching Clemson decidedly triumph over Alabama, 44-16, in the national championship game. And before my Alabama friends get their feelings bruised, let me explain why. First, there was the way...
Last week, I had the privilege of cleaning out my mother’s home of forty-five years. The happy news is that she is still super healthy and living in Melbourne, Forida, equidistant between my two brothers. Her home in Ft. Lauderdale (the one I was emptying) was...
I’m sure many of you, like me, were devastated to hear news of Mollie Tibbet’s body being discovered in a rural corn field. Mollie was a beautiful, vibrant young woman who should have been starting her sophomore year of college this fall. Her life took a tragic turn...
