“Bedtime. In her room all alone. She feels the presence of someone unseen. Someone unknown.
‘Jesus,’ she hears herself start.
Let the fire of forgiveness burn bright in this broken down heart.
And the next time you see Johnny, tell him I’m alright.
There’s a fire of forgiveness that’s always burning bright.
There’s someone he can pray to. Each and every night.”
Those lyrics from Kenny Marks’s song “Next Time You See Johnny” have rolled around on the phonograph of my…..
Nothing could have prepared me for how it feels to see your autobiography on the shelf of a bookstore.
It’s boggling.
“No One Could Know” is my true, raw, account of choosing an abortion as a teenager, and later being raped. But the real story is all about finding forgiveness in Christ Jesus … and finding air…..
Today’s world makes no sense. The headline from ModernFarmer.com states that plants can tell when they’re being eaten.
“Eating a leaf off a plant may not kill it, but that doesn’t mean the plant likes it,” the article states. “The newest study to examine the intelligence (or at least behavior) of plants finds that plants can tell when they’re being…..
Gabriel was dead when he walked into church today. Let me explain…his was a most remarkable decision to me…it happened like this:
The church service started out on a high with top-notch men and women harmonizing in praise and worship, but when the pastor took his place before us, a new level of effervescense claimed the sanctuary. Each of…..
“You’re the bomb, Babe.”
I don’t know how that phrase ever became en vogue, but I sure like its meaning. You’ve felt that way about someone who’s come along and exploded your heart, haven’t you?
Scott and I are not really the matchy-matchy couple type, but every once in awhile we accidentally really coordinate…and I like it. When…..
Oh sure, they say, “When life hands you lemons…” blah, blah, blah, but what do you do when those lemons are more like a meteor shower of fire and brimstone?
As the offspring of a gregarious mother and a father who literally says, “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah” before his feet hit the floor every morning, I consider myself somewhat of a…..
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