Aug 28, 2015 | Faith
The sugary scent of Sprite must have lured him to the can. Unaware of how close he was to a fatal swat, he lingered, soaking up every bit of sweetness he could find. I had no reason to hurt him. I was really in his world anyway. Outside, I feel a bee has a few more...
Aug 27, 2015 | Faith
What did it feel like? Twelve disciples Five loaves of bread Two Fish 5,000 hungry men and who knows how many hungry women and children Some estimate the crowd numbered over 15,000 On their own, these men had a big problem. Daylight was ending and the crowd needed...
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...