My Father’s Father’s Promise Is My Hope

Last week I ran across an old friend, a scripture that had given me much hope, through many of my life’s trials. I have walked a lot of life in these last three and a half decades, so when a promise in scripture like this one comes along, it is one I cling to for hope….

Pass the Script Please

“Do these jeans make my butt look big?” “What do you think I should do?” “He shouldn’t need me to tell him that I want to go on a surprise date!” Do these questions sound familiar? Do they often start a heated discussion? How about, “Where do you want to eat?” I remember early in…

Somedays

Some days I wish I could eat like I use to. Somedays, I wish I could indulge in chili cheese tator tots, double cheeseburgers, sweet tea with endless refills. Somedays, I wish I could just buy that magic pill, potion, lotion, patch that every friend I know sells. The one that promises that I don’t…