Tenderize My Heart, Lord
While journaling, these words poured out: “Lord, tenderize my heart for others.” Tenderize? Where did that come from? Suddenly, my mind rewound to my childhood kitchen, where Mom stood wielding a meat tenderizer, beating the toughness out of a steak. Whack after whack, she softened that meat until it was ready for the frying pan…
Love, Leadership, and Turning the Tide
November 22, 1963 – I remember that date well. Do you? For me, it’s crystal clear. I was sitting in my 10th-grade Geometry class in my hometown of Dallas, Texas. Our principal’s voice over the P.A. system still echoes in my heart: “Our President has been shot—let us pray.” Later, we would hear: “Our President…