Being Ventable
My dear friend needed to vent. I was “ventable.” Is that a word? I made it our word because, in this world of anger, heartbreak, sadness, brokenness, and loss, God set us up for being burden and weight bearers. He gave us the goods for being encouragers. He built us for relationships that sincerely matter.…
My Eyes Saw His Eyes
From my comfy chair, I look across my living area into the kitchen. My eyes see His eyes. Those eyes on my refrigerator were a gift that had been strategically placed under the guests’ clear plates at a women’s meeting. They were awe-inspiring then, and this day those eyes meet mine again. I know those…