With his little fingers covered in chocolate cake batter, his face reveals evidence this little man is enjoying the fruits of mom’s labor in the kitchen. Who doesn’t love licking the bowls and spatulas? Oh the anticipation of enjoying a big slice of moist, chocolate goodness. For a three year old every minute is… Continue reading Just a Bite of Cake
In high school if you would have asked me my opinion of poetry I would have told you how much I hated it. I had a good reason for my distaste, but that is a story for another day. Let’s just say it has something to do with autumn leaves falling and outer space. As… Continue reading A Poet?
The phone bings and I read the text from a dear friend asking me to pray for her because she’s tired of “losing it” with her kids. Who isn’t tired of this? Who isn’t tired of feeling guilty for nearly every parenting move we make or don’t make? When my first son was born I… Continue reading Tired of “Losing It”
There once was an innocent man who hung on a cross and died there as false accusations were hurled upon his whipped open body. As he fought for every breath of his life he fought for the life of the guilty and the condemned. As he looked at the two criminals, one to the right… Continue reading They Know Not