When I Run Out Of Words


I tend to talk a lot. Whether anyone is listening doesn't really matter. I have a thought, I bombard an unsuspecting victim with my verbiage via text. Most of my meetings run over because I love visiting and I love hearing what other folks think. I think out loud. Yesterday during communion, all I could … Continue reading When I Run Out Of Words

Coming From Dirt and Red Kites: A Confession


I'm not sure why I'm surprised when I call out to God and He answers so poignantly. It has to be a reflection of how little faith I still have. In one breath I pronounce He can move mountains. But in my mind, I think "but maybe not for me, maybe not now, maybe not … Continue reading Coming From Dirt and Red Kites: A Confession