When God calls you to go, He makes a way . . . again and again.
. . . and today it lovingly adorns a prominent spot in our living room.
Like the oil available to the widow, are the heart rocks made available to me?
I’m jumping in; are you reaching out?
I grew up with paper plates. Lots of paper plates.
“Ugh,” I thought to myself, “The worst time of the day to work from home is this hour. Why can’t he just put his computer down and be present with us?” It wasn’t the first time I had similar thoughts. This was an ongoing point of contention throughout certain periods. Honestly, I thought that I …