Filed under Redemption …

Progressively In His Image

I count everything as loss compared to the possession of the priceless privilege (the supreme advantage) of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord and of progressively becoming more deeply and intimately acquainted with Him [perceiving and recognizing and understanding Him more fully and clearly]. For His sake I have lost everything and consider it all to … Continue reading →

Are You Ready To See THE “Fixer Upper?”

Restoration. Have you noticed our culture’s obsession? This “before and after” movement? Restoration Fascination. It’s a thing.  Truly. Chip and Joanna Gaines are living proof that we are hungry for the story of “restored”.  Our  human nature is drawn to and delights in old made, not just new, but better-than-imagined-new.  Stunning.  Unthinkable. Remarkable.  And although … Continue reading →

How To Not Paint A Room – by Becky Crenshaw

Some things must be learned the hard way. Painting should never be one of them. However, more often than not, I make every mistake humanly possible surrounding this chore. When my husband goes out-of-town, he must take every iota of my sanity with him.  You see, I get the grand idea that I am Superwoman … Continue reading →

A Place For The Rebel

And [the Pharisees] asked him, “Is it lawful to heal on the Sabbath?”—so that they might accuse him.  He said to them, “Which one of you who has a sheep, if it falls into a pit on the Sabbath, will not take hold of it and lift it out? Of how much more value is a man than a sheep! … Continue reading →

In Spite of Cussing and Southern Comfort

There was a time in my life when I stood outside, looking in on the Christian way of life. I was an onlooker. Through the window I could see joy, deep joy, peace, freedom, authentic laughter and meaningful friendships. Christians were fascinating to watch. But I was just that…a watcher. An outsider. By choice. I … Continue reading →

…the old has gone

I feel like a little girl this morning! Easter. I absolutely love it. I know my love for Easter is deep rooted from childhood. As a little girl, my mom and grandmother made a big big big deal of the Easter Sunday “get-up”. Flowery, frilly dresses, white hats, white stockings, white patent leather shoes. Aside … Continue reading →