I stopped singing. I breathed differently. Tried to convince my body to knock it off. Can't you see where we are? Don't you remember what I do for a living? Can you please stop?!
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Quote about words
From his book Jesus Through Middle Eastern Eyes.
Divine Friendship…a sermon
I had the recent privilege of preaching at another church. I preached a sermon that I'd preached a few weeks prior at my church. It was refreshing to be able to connect so much more deeply with the message because it was that much more familiar to me. The sermon begins about 43 minutes in.
Fridays can be like this
Days off are a little horrible. Just a little. I'll often have a plan: go to coffee shop, edit writing, buy face wash from Trader Joe's. And then I'll sit down and the only thing I want to do is watch a movie which I don't really want to do. What I really want to …
i will be your hero, baby!
"Extended Deadline." These two words usually usher in a gentle breeze on which one can hear angels singing, "Gloria." Instead, I'm a little frozen, a little scared that I could actually clean up the 1,865 word document that was supposed to be submitted two days ago. It wasn't submitted because I thought I had until …
Call Him Up
I'm remembering years ago when email still felt young and social media only existed in MySpace and that one thing with a name I can't recall that had thousands of people from Brazil. I wasn't yet saying everything out loud to my 1,698 friends/kind-of-friends. No. Especially prayer requests. When I had prayer requests, I would …
