The tantalizing scents of yeast and baking bread beckoned to me. Still bleary-eyed from sleep, I padded from the guest room to the dimly lit kitchen and surveyed the room. A large silver mixer stood on the counter, its dough attachment spinning vigorously as Gracie...
November’s dim morning light shrouds the room in a blanket of calm as I greet the Father. “Lord, what work do you have for me today? How can I be like Jesus in someone’s life?” The words hang in the hush of a home not yet interrupted by the...
God said to Moses, “I am who I am. Exodus 3:14 It took her by surprise–this identity crisis. One day she knew who she was and the next lacked any sense of a cohesive self. One day she walked purposefully…with direction; next there was only the feeling of...