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Jessica Robertson visits All Things Southern
Several weeks ago now I had Jep and Jessica Robertson, stars of the hit A&E reality show Duck Dynasty in the ATS LIVE studio with me to talk about their book, The Good, The Bad, and The Grace of God. I so enjoyed their visit and the message of this book stayed with me long after I read it. It's why I circled back and
Hungry is a Mighty Fine Sauce!
Okay, I can't stand it. I've got to stop and tell y'all more about the project I'm working on called Hungry is a Mighty Fine Sauce. It's a cookbook/memoir, scheduled for an October 2016 release by Barbour Publishing and I'm super excited about it for a host of reasons. For starters, long-time readers have been asking me to compile a cookbook for more than a decade
Without Me He Won’t
Sometimes I throw up word pictures on my Instagram, which is synced to my Twitter, which is tied to my Facebook (and am I the only one thinking about the hip bone connected to the thigh bone?). These takeaway thoughts are always pulled straight from what's going on in my own life. Meaning, I'm "preaching" to myself first, and then to anyone listening out there
IF
Can I testify? God has taught me that as soon as I realize I'm having an imaginary conversation with someone in my head and telling them "a thing or two" about something he or she has said or done, I best stop thinking and commence to praying for that person right then and there IF I don't want the wound or offense to produce a very
From a Morning of Wonder to a Night of Hope
Friday morning found me on the dock in my backyard contemplating God's wonder as He woke the world. It ended with my head resting on a hotel pillow in Baton Rouge, LA beside my darling man, trying to find a place to park a jumble of emotions. The hours in between hold a story of dream, perseverance, and hope. A Night of Hope. Night of Hope was
When It Seems Too Much To Ask
What would prayer do? Those words dropped in my heart around midnight several weeks ago with such power that it woke me from a deep sleep. I slept lightly the rest of the night, drifting in and out of full consciousness, but always with that phrase presenting itself front and center in my thoughts. What would prayer do? I knew it was a riff of the line,
Let’s Go Home, A Love Story
It's been two years since I wrote about my Searching Dreams, and how I always wake up from them drained and depleted. I looked it up. I don't know how many recurrences I've had since. They come like clockwork. Searching Dreams, that's what I’ve taken to calling the nightly dramas I have so often. It’s almost impossible to explain them to a second party, but this
Fifty Shades of Heartbreak
That would be me -- whenever I think about the movie opening this weekend, right in time for Valentine's Day, a holiday meant to honor true love. Only it doesn't. Fifty Shades of Grey poses as romance while celebrating lust, bondage, and torture. Before you ask, the answer is no. I did not read the book, but nor do I live on Mars. What's more, my man and
Empty Me
There's this song, Empty Me by Chris Sligh. The lyrics strip me down every time I play it