Living in the Peace Zone
Some days, I wear a gold or silver cross around my neck. It reminds me of my Savior’s sacrifice and resurrection and gives me hope for today and a promise for tomorrow. I feel its weight, not as a burden, but as a quiet declaration. But does wearing a cross make me a Christian? If…
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.…
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…