I belong to a God Who moves mountains. I love a God Who’s bent low. I trust a God Who has moved towards me. Not away. Towards me, even when

Yesterday, I was thinking about the hourglass that represents the human life; that represents my life. I thought how, at the age of 52, the reality is that there’s more

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger I suppose, if you follow me on social media, that you might think I have a perfect life. It’s not my intention to create a false narrative, for it’s

This is me at our local mall over the weekend. Photo credit goes to Mr. Schrock who, unbeknownst to me, snapped this (and therein trampled upon every ‘informed consent’ protocol