MY BFF IS Turning the Tables (Or, ATS LIVE Will Never Be The Same)
I was going to say that my best friend is commandeering ATS LIVE tomorrow evening but Red (A.k.A. Rhonda Perry) didn't think that was the right word so I've just looked up some synonyms. I don't know how she's going to feel about these either but hear ye, hear ye: Red will be hijacking, assuming and/or confiscating the radio show tomorrow evening. Choose the word of
Why Launching a Book is Like Birthing a Baby
It hit me earlier today that launching a book feels a lot like birthing a baby. I've done both. Granted, it's been a while since I birthed my human offspring but that's not something a girl forgets. I'm going to make this post brief unless it takes too long. (Translation: Good writing takes time and I'm ready to call it a day, or rather a night.)
Have you been overcome?
Every good little believer wants to be an overcomer. It's one of the promises we like to stand on, right? For whatsoever is begotten of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that hath overcome the world, even our faith. And who is he that overcometh the world, but he that believeth that Jesus is the Son of God? 1 Jn 5:4–5 By definition to
Share the Glory
My cousin sent me this video. I've watched it more than once, especially the end. Those closing thoughts from that precious, yet very honest young boy move me to cry right along with him. Please watch it and then, ponder this
Shouting Ground!
I can scarcely contain myself as I sit down to write. My heart's overflowing, my eye makeup is smeared from crying, and my thoughts are flying in all directions. I'm iffy on how this is going to translate into a coherent post, but I'm bound and determined to try. Let's do this thing. As many of you know, our 30 Days of Thankfulness Drive concluded yesterday on the last
This CLOSE to a miracle!
Hear ye, hear ye! My son and daughter-in-law presented us with grandchild number five this week. Meet Weston Phillip Tomlinson, 8 pounds 8 ounces, born 12:22 PM, 11/13/13. As you might imagine, Weston has already staked his claim in my heart. My cup runneth over in a big way
Who Wants to Be a Miracle With Me?
November is fast approaching and I've been trying to make a decision that concerns the All Things Southern community. I've prayed about it. I've asked God for wisdom with as much sincerity as I know how to muster. I thought I needed more answers to proceed. I've known the when and the why. The how, who, what and with whom were blanks. If I were going to do it again this
Leaving on a Jet Plane…
Hey y'all! I write to you with mixed emotions from a hotel room in Loveland, CO. I’ve been here all week as the guest of Resurrection Fellowship, where I’ve been teaching my book Heart Wide Open for the last three evenings. Rez (as they are more informally known), has been recording these sessions to produce a DVD of the event. Let it be known that I am officially in
Oughta Be Shamed to the Knees
We have a saying in the South, “He oughta be shamed to his knees.” The observation is made of someone who has made choices that seem to have embarrassed everyone but the one making them. Generally, there’s a widely agreed upon and unspoken progression of thought tacked on the end: He oughta be shamed to be his knees— but he’s not. I thought about that saying earlier when
Have Mercy, Won’t You Stay?
By the time I finished praying, it was later than usual. I hated the idea of missing my morning kayak ride on Lake Providence, but it seemed like the smart thing to do. As much as I love starting the day on the water, the sun was climbing higher in the sky and my mind was already making a list of everything that needed to