“Do I look like a pastor’s wife?” I asked rhetorically knowing the person would say “no” because, let’s face it, I don’t. Continue reading “ON MY TERMS”
It’s been one week.
One week since America as a whole was shook. Not for the first time; no. Certainly not for the last time, unfortunately. However, significantly enough that multiple generations, and communities of people throughout those generations, started paying attention.
I took some time to rest and reflected on what has unfolded after last week’s brutality between civilians and police. Alton Sterling and Philando Castile were murdered by police. Then 5 Dallas police officers, Lorne Ahrens, Michael Krol, Michael J. Smith, Brent Thompson, and Patrick Zamarripa, died in service protecting the people in downtown Dallas from a man misled. Each man left a hole in their families because another man decided to pull the trigger.
It’s only been one week since I was proudly celebrating America’s independence, then desperately, tortoisely, trying to move into a new rhythm by week’s end. It has not been business as usual; and it shouldn’t be. Continue reading “The Peacemaker”
Take this broken life I bring, Make it a beautiful offering. At times, I stumble through life garnishing scrapes and bruises and “Oops! Did I do that?!” moments. What never ceases to amaze me is how the ultimate Physician can heal those open wounds and redeem those less than stellar events. He qualifies me and allows me to triumph over my scars, giving me … Continue reading Beautiful Offering