Sharing my friend Ashleigh Anne Hughes’ story. It is incredible, and I am so honored to call her a friend.
Every year, a meltdown is inevitable. I love Christmas, but memories come flooding back every year and I must deal with them. The pain never gets better. God’s grace and comfort seem to increase. I want to be happy and joyful in this season, but it no longer comes naturally. The enemy would have me to wallow in a pit of sorrow, but I will not. I choose joy.
Snowmageddan 2015 wasn’t a total waste. As a matter of fact, God laid on my heart to write and since … More
Ecclesiastes 3:11 “He (God) hath made everything beautiful in His time.” (KJV) Today I have attended a funeral of a … More
Field of Dreams May 10, 2009 is a Mother’s Day that I and all the mothers and fathers of the … More
My Deliverer 6 I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and … More
Lesson Three: A Glimpse of Paul.
Lesson Three: A Glimpse at Paul What would you say is outside your comfort zone? I teach high school. I … More
Lesson Two: “The Woman at the Well” Read John 4:1-26. Because of rejection by the Jewish leaders, Jesus left Judea. … More
When our children were young, every summer my family would make its annual pilgrimage to the beach. Over the years we have watched our daughters and their cousins grow up with interests changing from sandcastle building to skim boarding. I love to awaken early and walk along the cool, white sandy beach, spending time with God. When our girls woke up, they would hit the beach, not wanting to miss one precious moment of fun. I loved to lie back in my chair listening to their laughter and screams as an occasional wave overtook them. At the end of the day, nothing that swam was safe as we hit out favorite seafood restaurants. These memories we will all cherish forever.
In the summer of 2008, I had the great privilege of visiting another beach as well. Traveling with an amazing group of high school students from West Tennessee and Arkansas, we visited Omaha beach in Normandy, France. No sounds of laughter could be heard there.