Your Part in Making Him Known
I have a faded cartoon clipping in my Bible that depicts an operating room. A female patient is seen lying on a table, surrounded by a medical team. At her side is a shocked surgeon holding up a small book by a pair of forceps. “What do you know?” he exclaims in the caption. “Mrs. Brown did have a book in her!” While it pokes gentle fun
Extra! Extra! Read All About It
Hey y'all! I've got a ton of things to talk to y'all about. So much so, that I'm about to burst. My newest "baby", my storytelling cookbook, Hungry is a Mighty Fine Sauce, published by Barbour Publishing, hits shelves in tomorrow morning, Saturday, Oct. 1st! At this point, I feel a whole lot like my man when the crops are maturing and he is anxious to put a combine in
Hidden Riches
I ran across a fascinating story about the late newspaper publisher, William Randolph Hearst. I want to share it with you because of the tremendous truth I think it holds for all of us. As the story goes, the tremendously wealthy Mr. Hearst was an avid art collector who spared no expense in acquiring treasures from all over the world. One day, Mr. Hearst read about
Buy 1 Get 1 Free Humongous Giveaway
Hey y'all! The release of my next book baby is drawing every closer. It's hard to explain this feeling. (Mamas out there, I can only liken it to how it feels when your belly is big, the birthing is near, and the room is ready----only without the swollen cankles. Somebody say "halleluyer!") I would be speaking of my storytelling cookbook Hungry is a Mighty Fine Sauce. Yep, I've named this child,
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
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
Losing Sight of Myself
and gazing at Jesus. This is the door to worship.
Focus on Christ
not your performance.
Are you headed for heaven
and starving for the grace of Christ?
Don’t Try to Do Better
Come closer.