A Good, Good Father.

Father, I’ve heard a thousand stories of what they think you’re like, but I’ve heard the tender whisper of love in the dead of night.

She Reads Truth: Give Thanks In Stress

Text: Luke 10:38-42, Isaiah 55:1-3, Matthew 11:28-30, Psalm 23:1-3 But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary.” – Luke 10:41-42 ESV Some days I am undone by the …

She Reads Truth: Give Thanks In Suffering

Text: 1 Peter 4:12-19, Romans 5:1-5, Job 2:1-10 But to the degree that you share the sufferings of Christ, keep on rejoicing, so that also at the revelation of His glory you may rejoice with exultation. – 1 Peter 4:13, …

I Can’t Help But Say, “Wow.”

Have you ever just looked at someone and said, “Wow,”?   Now this could go a lot of ways.. Not wow as in, “Wow, what are they doing?” or “Wow, they are SO fine.” (Haha, although I’m sure both have came …

Pretending I Was Twenty-Something At The Age Of Four.

“Being a teacher was the occupation I chose when pretending I was twenty-something at the age of four. However, throughout my career in grade school, I never believed that my childhood fantasies would come true. After speaking to Spanish speaking …

Give Jesus Your Sprinkles.

THE tea. Oh, THE southern sweet tea.  Everyone has their favorite. Mine just happens to be from McAlister’s Deli. It’s not too sweet; it’s just right.  But sweet tea isn’t the only thing I judge pretty harshly — I know my cookies. Haha, …

A Willingness To Accept The Flight Ticket.

In 2005, I moved out of the very first house I had ever known. It was time to say goodbye to my family’s beautiful yellow home. (Yep, it was yellow. A light, pale yellow. My favorite yellow I will never …

Growing In The Waiting.

Everyone loves a good love story.  Story number one:  When I was four, a little boy at my school found an adult’s wedding ring on the playground. (Oh it gets better.) Guess who he gave it to? ME!! I am …

Mi Segundo Hogar.

“Promise me you will come back.”  “Okay, I will.” “No, April, you have to promise me,” – he said with tears pouring down his face. “I have to see you again. You are one of my best friends.” And as …

Beloved, You Are Loved.

January… February… March… April… May… June… JUNE. Four letters and two months past the one I practically owned was the recipe of my favorite nickname I had ever received in high school. While growing up, I knew my grandfather had (and still …