Aug 25, 2015 | Faith
I’ve thought about this word a lot lately. Grace. Receiving something I don’t deserve. It settles over me like a cool morning mist. Hovering close. This thing called grace. Smoothing out my rough edges. Hiding my flaws. God has a way of wrapping me in...
Aug 17, 2015 | Faith
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I stopped by my old office. My nameplate was down, and a new one held its place. I laughed as a friend handed me the rectangular piece of metal holding my own name. Tammy Nischan It’s funny how a nameplate seems so...
Aug 14, 2015 | Faith
Our plane landed early, and we had some time to spare. Finding an open bench in a Dallas airport is kind-of like looking for a four-leaf clover. It’s worth the search when you find one! On this particular day, though, we got super lucky! One bench was free, and...
Aug 12, 2015 | Faith
Dinner was finished, and Tim had headed out to mow. I needed to get out, too. Just enjoy some fresh air. Move a bit. Get my heart pumping. As I made my way up the hill near our home, I decided to call a friend and see about her day. We hadn’t been chatting long...
Aug 11, 2015 | Faith
Twenty-six letters in the English language. More or less in other languages, but still a definite number of symbols for communicating. I’m amazed at how these symbols can be moved around and brought together to write volumes and volumes of books. I’m also...