In the spring of 2000, my dad and I drove to North Carolina to document the works of art he and my Gramps had created out of stone. He told me he could pick out the stones that had smashed a finger, or been dropped on a toe. Every stone in every wall had a story. Dad talked a lot about a lot of things on that trip.
One thing in particular that dad told me was, “You continue reading here
It’s time for a confession; I haven’t always had the right attitude regarding my service in the church…
Nursery? I did my time when my boys were little.
VBS? I need a break in the summer.
Kitchen committee? Are you kidding me?
To be willing to serve God without reservation, and teach the Bible to adults, I needed to keep reading here
Last week I wrote about the persecution in the Middle East against Christian and other minority religions. Almost immediately a friend texted and told me she felt led to pray and fast. Another friend committed to donate 100% of her August profits from her home business to charities that work in the Middle East.
These are great ideas, and I’m sure many of you also sought ways in which to help. Only you know what God would have you keep reading here
My mom is a serious gardener. She always has a beautiful garden, but when she downsized a few years ago she lost her garden space. To remedy that, my sibs and I — well, ok, the guys — built garden boxes for her.
Now, she is out there gardening every single day; and look at the results…
When I helped her dig in here
On Monday, July 28, Brian and I celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary. And I’m sure you all agree — we haven’t changed a bit. Well, OK, let’s be honest, there’s hardly anything about us that hasn’t changed!
But weren’t we cute?
And what a good looking wedding party… 
When Brian and I got married we didn’t know a whole lot about marriage. Like most newlyweds, I think we continue here
Marcia Furrow 