My Family Is Like…

I was reminded the other day how my family is something like a quilt.  It is comfortable, familiar, and a bit worn around the edges.  Each of us make up a part of it, and our lives are pieced together by the moments that define us. Birthdays, cookouts, and...

Chair Time

“Then one of the Pharisees invited Him to eat with him. He entered the Pharisee’s house and reclined at the table. 37 And a woman in the town who was a sinner found out that Jesus was reclining at the table in the Pharisee’s house. She brought an alabaster jar...

Unwrapping Wonder…

The scene always played out the same when I was growing up.  She would come in first, all 4 feet 11 inches of her.  She’d have a tray of pecan spins in one hand and The Dog in the other.  He would follow with a bag of groceries and of course, her purse....