If you are new here and would like to subscribe, simply click here. I hope you stopped by last week and had a chance to meet my friend Rick. He lives on the streets serving Christ by helping those who need help. He shared his heart last week HERE, and now today I post the rest of his story. When I… Read More
Archives for January 2012
joy dare. {needing to count}
While I find myself sick, huddled under heavy covers, and coughing like crazy I feel the need to count. Yes, the world spins on and my deadlines are being rolled back. And no, I don’t like these still quite moments I’m forced to take while my body fights the virus. But all the while none of that seems to matter… Read More
it was almost like christmas and a give away.
If you are new here and would like to subscribe, simply click here. I opened the mail and there it was a huge box of “Simply Marvelous” cards and a beautiful card box for storing and sorting cards. My heart soared, as I remembered how I love cards! When (in)courage asked if I’d like the opportunity to blog about DaySpring cards… Read More
when you want to quit – don’t. {a legacy in the making}
If you are new here and would like to subscribe, simply click here. I have the honor of guest posting over at Leah’s The Point today. When Leah asked me to share in her Legacy series, I didn’t really know what to write. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t really sure I had one. . . you know, a legacy!… Read More
stop for the one tuesday. {why do you do It by a homeless friend}
As we remember to stop for someone today, I want you to meet my friend, Rick. He lives on the streets serving Christ by helping those who need help. As he shares his heart, notice the resemblance of how God works in your own life. From Rick: Years ago I had an addiction problem. It was severe and kept me… Read More
Joy Dare {gifts unaware}
Trying to keep my eyes open this week to counting the blessings all around me. It seems I’m learning that in the busy chaotic moments of my day it’s hard to see those gifts. It’s hard to remember to count. The gifts are there, but they slip through my fingers because I am unaware. Trying to be aware in the… Read More