God speaks to me in a variety of ways, but rarely has He spoken in the manner He chose one afternoon in my late 20s. I stood at the kitchen window of our humble first home looking out on my street thinking about nothing of consequence. Then I saw my neighbor pull into her driveway…
I used to have another blog. I deleted it. It represented failure, so I wanted to forget about it. If only our memories were as easy to delete. The blog was called Just Enough Joy. I must have settled on that peculiar title on a bad day. Actually, I think it was a bad year.…
God recently used my aging eyes to confront me with something I’d lost sight of. Blindsided by yet another bit of discouraging news, I headed to the gym to work out my frustrations. Once my heart rate reached its fat-burning target, I grabbed my iPhone from the book holder in front of me and tapped…
