Yep, the ornery-looking girl in the too-tight jeans with a mischievous grin—that’s me, back in my BC days. At that stage of life, I wanted nothing to do with Jesus and I hated history. Couldn’t stand to be in the same room with my parents and refused to crack open a Bible. Typical rebellious teen. I remember spouting off to my U.S. History teacher—face-to-face, …
Come and Worship
Have you ever tried to cry? I remember as a little girl, a friend and I challenged each other to see who could cry first. The plan was to think sad thoughts and squeeze out a few tears. Only little girls would think of such a challenge, right? Little boys test each other’s skill to run and jump. But girls…we …