Come to the altar
There my burdened soul found liberty. No, it wasn’t at Calvary, but it was at the altar of a small country church. My friend, Georgia Marshall, the preacher’s wife, had…
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The parable of the broken toe
Ouch! Ouch! … and then a foreign language came from my lips. The GPS of my little toe had directed it straight into the wooden foot of our chaise lounge…
The sting of criticism
Criticism is not for the tender of heart. Have I told you I am tenderhearted? “If you can’t say anything nice … don’t say anything at all.” My mother said…
About that chicken
“Janet Kay, you need to quit running around like a chicken with its head cut off.” Oh, I’ve heard my mother say that to me so many times. I still…
A spiritual awakening
I remember it well. It was 1970. I was in the eighth grade when word began to spread that something had sparked a Revival at Asbury University in Wilmore, Ky….
Ever so sweet
It’s Friday morning and my tastebuds are being entertained by a Dulce de leche coffee. The column I worked on for hours is now being tweaked – or rather, deleted….
Feathers!
He will cover you with His feathers. His faithful promises are your armor and protection. Psalm 91:4 NLT Several years ago, I read a story about a woman who was…
A little laughter
Laughter is good for the soul. Laughter reduces stress and strengthens positive coping skills. Tell that to a mother of little ones. The call came late in the afternoon. It…
A middle-of-the-night conversation
My eyes open. I reach over to my bedside table. I tap on the face of my phone to see the time … 2:38 a.m. Ugh. I pull the covers…
Forrest Gump & faith
Run, Forrest, run! I love the movie, Forrest Gump. How can 1994 seem like only yesterday? I’ve never looked at a box of chocolates the same way since I watched…