October might just be the death of me. Because I am a beauty junkie. Autumn enchants me. “Seriously, mom? Do we have to stop again?” My family knows that in October I’m apt to randomly pull the van over to take it all in. This month my bicycle weaves erratically on the backroads from golden…
Photo by Jen Boucher Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, full of pity, love and power. Come ye, weary, heavy laden, lost and ruined by the fall; If you tarry till you’re better, you will never come at all. -Joseph Hart, Come, Ye…
Every day I call upon you, O LORD; I spread out my hands to you. Psalm 88:9 A twelve-year old friend joined me Saturday for a night of worship. An hour in, Ally leaned over in the pew and whispered, Should I lift my hands, too? Great question, Ally. How would you have answered Ally? Do…