On Thursday afternoons my mom would pile all of us kids into the van and drive fifteen minutes to the North side of Charleston. We would all jump out of the car and run up the concrete steps. I can still see the big blue steel door and smell the mixture of chalk and sweat as we walked into the gymnastic’s building. Every Thursday the homeschooling group in our area gathered we could take gymnastics lesson. The little kids were first….
Dear friend, I am writing this to you because I can’t say all of this in person. I see you in the hallway and I can’t seem to find the words. The tears come too easily when we meet. I’ve avoided talking to you, but not thinking about you. The loss, the pain, and the utter heartbreak seem too big. So much pain and so unfair. I wanted to scream at God when I heard the news. I’ve struggled with…
My husband and I were talking the other day about our church. You see, a couple of years ago our church found itself without a pastor. Right about the same time a pastor found himself without a church. To make a long story short, this godly man agreed to be our interim pastor until we could find a permanent one. What we didn’t know, and what he didn’t know, was what God was going to do. As we met together every Sunday and Wednesday, he…
I got in my car, turned the key and sighed. My emotions and body were tired from the meeting. I knew I should have been smiling, feeling refreshed after an evening by myself. Instead I felt let down. When I got home, I replayed some of the conversations from dinner with my husband, trying to figure out why a productive, God-led meeting felt like a let-down. Was it the nature of the new friendships? Or was it because I wasn’t doing things…