Sometimes we don’t know what’s in our hearts…
Until we dump 'em out. Pray
Turn the Volume Down, Please
Facebook is like a social media almanac. Scroll through the news feed and picture after picture will tell you, just in case you don’t know, that summer vacation has begun in earnest. Sadly, you will not see the farmer and I represented at the beach. If we manage to get away, (and this belle is determined to do so), our best chance will be in
Welcome to my Birthday Month!
Welcome to my birthday month! I decided long ago that a birth day was too short a celebration. I usually try and stretch it out for a week, but this time I’m thinking a full month is in order! Friends, I will be half a century old on the last day of April, which just seems crazy, but you can’t mess with math. Of course,
Don’t Ask Me to Roll An “R”
I’ve never made a secret of the fact that I couldn’t talk well when I was young and I’ve freely admitted that traces of my childhood speech impediment can still be heard. I honestly don’t know whether or not I’ve told y’all about the dreaded speech therapist who used to hold my tongue while putting me through his little regimen, but that’s the gospel truth,
Is that a Hole in my Head?
I have scant time for this, but since my author friend Nicole Seitz thought I should share this story, here we go. Note: there'll be even more rambling than usual because there'll be zero to none editing. We good? Cool. Once upon a time, (which was actually just last week), I had a hole in my head. I do not mean an actual hole. That's just the phrase that kept coming
Bring words with you and follow me
Hey y'all, Like me, you may have read the following prayer before. Like me, you may want to read it again. It was offered for our nation over the country's radio airwaves by President Franklin D. Roosevelt on June 6, 1944, the eve of D-Day as Allied troops were invading German-occupied Europe. I don't post it to start a wearying political discussion on the strengths and weaknessess of
You Can’t Blow Jesus Smoke in a Closed Room
One, just one, but definitely one of the great benefits of private prayer is that you can't hide from your motives. In corporate prayer, we can sound like "all that". We can blow Jesus smoke like nobody's bizness in a crowd but, get alone with Him, and He won't let you get away with the fake stuff. Try blowing Jesus smoke in your prayer