I’m more than ready for a sanctuary filled with prayer, praise, song, grateful hearts, encouragement, and love.
I’m more than ready for a sanctuary filled with prayer, praise, song, grateful hearts, encouragement, and love.
What I found remarkable was the consistency of the high level of play. These guys are not unusual physical anomalies, they simply apply a singular level of practiced competency, utilizing every ounce of talent, strength, concentration, and determination to every shot.
Sunday morning’s baptism had to be one of the sweetest I’ve ever witnessed.
Like my life, this garage is a work in progress. But I’m hopeful sometime soon there will be a car in there once again.
I’m thinking about how blessed we are to have enjoyed family over the past few weeks, and how we pay that sense of blessing forward by living – day to day – grateful lives.
I have such a lot to be thankful for this morning, thinking back over the busy weekend.
If you are one of those people who leaves your spirituality on the back burner, and who believes there are dozens of more interesting or rewarding things to do on a Sunday that make church an increasingly unlikely choice, then I have to say, simply, “Come and see.”
Unwillingness to compromise isn’t just impractical, it’s un-American:
My job as Grandaddy Derek is to love David and Beks with the cumulative love of all these decades, to nurture them spiritually in ways I’m only now beginning to grow into, and to share with them the stories I couldn’t possibly have known thirty years ago because I had yet to live them.
It’s our 4th April in North Carolina, and this past week we’ve seen an explosion of color – I’ve been completely blown away by the power and the intensity of the seasonal transformation.
