purity…
Purity. Purity, purity, purity. That word makes me cringe. Don’t ask me why, but it does. Oh no, not the implications of the word, but the sound of it. Purrrrriteeeee. It sounds so Victorian… or worse, Purrrrritanical. Maybe it was my encounter with the...and what…
I walked out of Little Cesar Pizza on Sunset Avenue holding two pizzas in my seven year-old hands. Perhaps it was the intoxicating smell of Italian flatbread goodness or the concentration of trying to balance the long pizza box in my hands, but I had unknowingly...a change in a new direction…
I will be posting a in full detail tomorrow about my new transition in life, but for now I’m posting a link out to Christine Caine’s blog that I guest posted on today. Keep me in prayer as I am scared and nervous and excited and overwhelmed at all the...
to need jesus…
If I am in love, I need Jesus. If my marriage is broken, I need Jesus. If I am a millionaire, I need Jesus. If I am broke, I need Jesus. If I am depressed, I need Jesus. If I am happy, I need Jesus. If I am losing my home, I need Jesus. If I have cancer, I need Jesus....
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
