Making the First Move
He was the first one to initiate conversation. Other than my daddy, he was the first one who took my hand and held it. He was the first one to call me and ask if he could kiss me behind the church on Sunday night. AND, he was the first one to get his drivers…
This is What Seed-Time and Harvest Looks Like
These lovely ladies sat beside me at a wonderful luncheon fundraiser for the women’s ministry outreaches yesterday. As we visited, Ann, on the left, told me she and her husband were part of the first twelve people who started meeting to worship God together twenty-two years ago in just a small building in downtown Frisco.…