I have observed from the sidelines as some of my friends have written wild and free on Fridays.  The challenge is five minutes, no real editing off a prompt given by Kate.  The community is real and so is the practice of letting words flow in worship.  The prompt this week is “dear.”  The confession is that words did not begin to...

What does the cross mean to me? I’m the daughter of two successful type “A’s”. To say that I despise failure would be putting it mildly.   So after digging myself into a pit of sin and knowing full well how desperately I needed forgiveness and a Savior, I gave my life to Christ.  I made this cross personal.  It was my sin on His...

I’ve never really been able to stomach needles. Perhaps the aversion developed after my abdominal surgery when I was four.  I distinctly remember having band-aids on every one of my fingers and begging them to leave. me. alone. Maybe it was the 14 years following of blood draws, ultrasounds, and prodding that was required, or maybe that...

The last four days have been such a surreal blur. From the first few coughs, to fever and headache.  Wednesday I went into the doctor and did the nose test.  I had Influenza A, and as long as my fever went away I wasn’t coughing, took my Tamiflu, it should have been alright to go.  I just needed to be very careful because I would be...