What Is That in Your Hand?

What am I holding onto for dear life, certain that this one thing is going to get me wherever it is I’m going? Is it my writing? My art? My marriage? My parenthood? My home? My friends? My dorky humor?

I have a feeling whatever it is has the potential to become the very thing I’m afraid of. 

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I Found Mercy

Sitting in children’s church, I’d cringe listening to Mr. Leroy and Mrs. Delane as they told us about Adam and Eve’s sin.

No, It Can’t Wait

I admit there are a ton of things about heaven that I don’t understand. I don’t know when a child becomes responsible before God.

I believe definitely, that if a child has become concerned about his soul, it is a sign that he is probably answerable and is in desperate need of a Saviour.