Brian and I have arrived at the Breaking Bad picnic a bit later than most people have. Actually, if it had not been for a hot Texas weekend, a completed “to-do” list and a Netflix account we might never have found it.
We didn’t intend to watch more than an episode or two to find out what all the brouhaha was about, however, three episodes later we are keep reading here
It started with a single video, and not a one of us wanted to believe what we were seeing and hearing. Then, one after another, more videos were released and truth hit us squarely right between the eyes.
I’ve never had an abortion, so I can’t speak for the women who have; however, I can speak to Christians who are called to be like Jesus. We must open our hearts, arms, and lives to the men and women who need to be loved, restored, and supported. We must not break their bruised souls. We must not snuff out the smoldering embers of their faith.
Yes, my heart breaks for the continue here
First you make your choices, and then your choices make you. If you are like me, you know that’s a true statement, but sometimes it just doesn’t matter.
Seriously, it’s January and the gym is calling your name…
But so are the treats in the pantry…
Both can be right choices at the right time. I think it becomes a bad choice when we choose sweets at the expense of sweat for a long period of time. It requires hours on the elliptical to work off a momentary indulgence in thin mints! We must be careful what we find more here
In preparation to move, we put our house on the market, someone liked it, and we’ve gone under contract. The next step is the home inspection.
We are ready. We disclosed everything we’re aware of. We set out a pot of fresh coffee, bottled water on ice, a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a note welcoming the inspector, the buyers and their realtor.
Then we left for the afternoon.
We took a little road trip to find more here
On Saturday, my dad will celebrate his first anniversary in glory. Dad would be the first to tell you he wasn’t the most consistent follower of Jesus; not only did he take summers off: sometimes he took years off.
A few years ago as Dad and I spoke about the difficulty of living out our faith, Dad confessed, “I’ve been pushing the Holy Spirit down to my toes for over 30 years.” I replied, “Dad, just click here for more
Marcia Furrow 