Life Change

It was early March in our sunny Florida yard, yet it already looked like spring, with unfurled leaves and blooming buds and flowers that had survived the last gasp of a frosty winter night. I was at my desk, intent on writing a piece about the light of Christ while our four-year-old daughter, Alex, played outside. I had typed only a few sentences when she burst through the door clutching a flower in her tiny hand. Carefully, she unfolded her fingers to reveal a single azal

I was feeding my baby girl a bottle of formula when God gave me a visual, I will never forget. It was nearly bedtime, and I sat quietly rocking my 6-month-old, studying her sweet face. It was then that God showed me my resemblance to my adopted daughter. While not audible, I heard Him say, “You’re her spitting image. You’ve known me since you were 17, and now at age 33, you’re still an infant drinking milk. It’s time to grow up! Move on to solid food!

My phone dinged and alerted me to a new text. It was from my cousin. Earlier, Jenny and I had talked about my ministry to share Christ with others. I admitted to feeling vulnerable because I am transparent about my spiritual walk. When I read Jenny’s text, I recognized the reason she sent it to me. There were photos of three different pages from her mom’s journal. Her mom died years ago, and eagerly I read the words written by my Aunt Delores.

Most days, Bartamaeus (Bart for short) and his friend sat at a strategic spot on a busy roadside begging for handouts from people traveling in and out of Jericho. It was a monotonous way of life for the two blind men. But this day would be different. Jesus was traveling the road with his disciples and a large crowd, and He came near to them. When the blind men heard him pass by, Bart yelled, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” The crowd reacted by shushing and scolding

My husband asked me out to lunch today. We wanted some Mahi Mahi. While dressing, I quickly looked in the mirror and had a fleeting thought: I’m not the same woman I was last year! Without another thought, I headed out the door. I was hungry and my stomach wanted the fish it craved. During our meal, there came a lull in the conversation. It was then Danny told me that I was pretty. Now, the fish was good and satisfied my immediate hunger, but my husband’s words were the hi