Because you are my helper,

I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings. (Psalm 63:7 NLT)

My younger sister died when I was fifteen. Born with the genetic disease Cystic Fibrosis, her death was not a shock; more like a reality I grew up with. I remember the church family praying for a miracle healing as her health deteriorated. She was eleven when she died, and hers was the first wake and funeral I attended. ...

I do not have the profound words of the experienced business man and I cannot advise on matters of law or provide insight on the deep political implications of world matters. But I have my own words and…

… I will speak.

Perhaps you do not value my words as much as others. It is possible you hear my advice and doubt its reality or even question my sanity. But I know my words carry just as much weight as others…

…if n...

OMG!

Most of us know what this strange looking collection of letters means but for those who don’t it’s the texting equivalent to the expression, “Oh my God!”  From the first moment that I was asked to preach, I’ve known I wanted to talk about the phrase, “Oh my God!”

Being a little Baptist girl, I grew up with a healthy respect for the phrase, “Oh my God!”  “Thou sh...

The Martyr Complex

Well, the first thing that popped into my head was the aura that motherhood carries with it of the whole dignified, humble, nurturing person … the eternal martyr.  You know, sacrificing for the kids, the husband, the good of the home. The words selfish or even “me first” is not supposed to be attributed to a mom, is it?  We are the point wo...