Dear Friend Who Doesn’t Like Mother’s Day

Dear Friend Who Doesn’t Like Mother’s Day

Dear Friend Who Doesn’t Like Mother’s Day, The greeting card aisle is going to be packed tomorrow at the grocery store- dozen of folks swarmed around to find just the right words to stick in an envelope. It’s coming Sunday: Mother’s Day. This...
Beloved Music:  A Gift for You

Beloved Music: A Gift for You

There is barely a moment in each day that I am not listening to music. When I write it’s instrumental Christian songs. In my office I stream Ellie Holcomb or if I’m in an artsy mood, Norah Jones. In my car it’s the local Christian radio station. ...
The Promise in the Pruning

The Promise in the Pruning

My first real attempt at gardening was more than twenty years ago. We had just built a little house in Knoxville and I bought trays and trays of annuals to brighten the curb by our mailbox.  I also planted rosemary, thyme, basil and sage in primitive basket on the...
Why I’m Wearing a Dress Every Day in December

Why I’m Wearing a Dress Every Day in December

This will be my third Dressember.  I am commiting to wearing a dress every day this month to bring awareness and funding to fight modern day slavery and I’ve invited some new folks to join me.  Many have asked why I do this.  Some  have wondered what the point is and...
Revival

Revival

I spent a week in Haiti with staff and friends of  Vi Bella Jewelry and I’ve brought a hundred stories home. I carry the artisan’s stories every day and I try to do so carefully, but getting to hug our team is the very best thing. This trip was different. It...
Coming Alive at the Cross

Coming Alive at the Cross

I met Jennifer Hand (Jen) at the Winsome Retreat in Pennsylvania in April. She took the stage and I sat in the front row and thought to myself after exactly five words came out of her mouth : “She is a girlfriend.” In the truest sense of the word....
A Captive: How Prison Set Me Free

A Captive: How Prison Set Me Free

When I asked Heather to write for the Resurrection Series I had no perimeters, no instructions, just an invitation.  I knew that Heather had a powerful voice, a gift with words, and a story of hope. When she emailed me this piece it stirred me to again acknowledge...

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