Category: Jesus
Sitting here in Starbucks I see through the window our first real snow, blanketing the tables and chairs. I got here early and have eaten my chocolate croissant and …
(Who writes a beach blog in December? I do, because that’s where I was recently.) It is my second morning on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I lay …
I’m sitting here, once again, trying to have my God-time first thing in the morning. You could call it my “prayer time” but for me, since I’m talking (praying) …
It’s Christmas Eve and I’m sitting here at Starbucks with Jesus, the music playing as I look out the windows at the cloudy, dreary sky. My mom is safely …
It has been a long time since I was at the beach. Growing up I could see it out my bedroom window, plus living only fifty miles from the …
As I stood in line at the grocery this morning to pick up my prescription, a grandmother and a kindergarten-age boy were waiting to speak to a pharmacist. I …
I thought I’d share a journal entry of one of my dancing with Jesus times, just in case you think a relationship with Jesus is super-spiritual. Thursday, September 16, …
It’s 8:30 in the morning, I’m sitting at Starbucks, and guess what? I got the cup with birch trees on it today, and while I like all three of …