He is here. Even if I forget He is here. If I don’t move toward Him, if I can’t remember what I’m supposed to do in the midst of trouble, I believe Jesus wants to catch my attention. He’s trying always to catch my eye. As I hear a whisper in my heart or feel … Continue reading It’s not you, it’s Him.
Would my daddy not want to come home and face it all, numb himself to the troubles with whiskey and barrel into the house to meet my mama’s anger. I never knew what home would be like and so I understand the children who are unsure of where they will sleep. I’ve never been homeless; yet, I understand the uncertainty of what home will be.
“What is causing the quarrels and fights among you? Don’t they come from the evil desires at war within you? You want what you don’t have, so you scheme and kill to get it. You are jealous of what others have, but you can’t get it, so you fight and wage war to take it … Continue reading Just stop all the fussin’