No one needs to learn how to sin. Have I mentioned that I have the sweetest grandbabies on earth? But each and every one of them needs to be saved! One of them cries—no, screams—when mommy takes away the bottle or binky. Another one gets told “no” repeatedly—and then smiles and reaches for the forbidden object anyway. Sound familiar? My kids did …
Time & Treasure–Gift Card Winner!
Congrats, Kathy Blundell, winner of the $50 Amazon gift card! Thanks to everyone who took time to participate in the September Newsletter Survey! Your answers will help shape the information I share in my future newsletters, Facebook, and blog posts. Time is a treasure, an irretrievable resource we can only spend once. It’s my hope and prayer that whatever I …
Who Needs A Teacher?
This fall marked my husband’s first semester as interim dean, and he’s loving it. But the truth is—he’s also excited to continue teaching a few classes. Teaching is his passion. If I were to ask him, “Who needs a teacher?” he would probably say, “We all do!” And then he’d launch into how good teachers ensure every type of learner is …
Biblical Novel Boon — Knowing the End Before You Begin
My hubby (Roy) and both our sons-in-love enjoy golf, but only my husband can sit in front of the TV for days, watching grown men hit a little white ball into eighteen holes in the grass. Gary Chapman’s book, The Five Love Languages, mentions five ways people give and receive love. Well, he missed one. Watching golf is my husband’s …
What’s A Spiritual Pen Pal?
Failed Pen Pal Experiment My third grade teacher thought I needed a pen pal in Argentina. Why? My life consisted of cornstalks, cows, and TV commercials. We lived in the middle of a cornfield, and I could barely find Indianapolis on the map. How was I supposed to relate to a little girl in Argentina? Needless to say, the international …
Moses Changed Joshua’s Name—Why It Matters
Golf. You either love it or hate it. Perhaps there are those who have no opinion of the strange past-time where over-dressed men and women swing sticks at little white balls aiming at tiny holes in the ground. I used to hate it, mostly because my mom did. Her dad was a lawyer and played the game too much—thus, causing …
