There’s Just Something About “The First”
The first bicycle; the first dance, the first boyfriend, the first kiss, the first home, and the first child. Though the love is no stronger for any of my seven grandchildren from the other, there is still “just something” about the FIRST. Who knew that all those silly, photo-toting, beaming-from-ear-to-ear, incessantly jabbering about their grandkids…
Take Up Arms and Be Hope Bearers
I’m wide awake at 2:00 am. I determine it’s a gentle call from my Father. He is wanting my undivided attention. It’s the perfect time for us to collaborate. He speaks to my heart through His Word and as I prepare my blog to post in a few hours, I see my dear friend’s post…