In October of 2019, I had a dream.  I’m not using my Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. voice.  I literally had a dream that unsettled me.  It wasn’t a scary dream.  By now, I’m sure you’re wondering what the dream was about.  Alright.  I’ll tell you. I was riding with a cousin in the backseat of a car.  She had a chauffeur.  It was a nice car.  Cream leather interior.  Spacious backseat.  The kind of car that I wouldn’t mind being driven around in in non-dream life.  We were driving along a stretch of highway in the desert on a beautiful sunny day. It actually appeared to be the Painted…

I’ve been thinking about expectations this week. What am I really expecting of God? How am I living this out in my life? You may not know this about me, but I’m big on making the stories of the Bible live in my life. What do I mean by that? Every time scripture is read, I try to be really attentive. It doesn’t always happen, but I’m trying. I’m more intentional about keeping my focus on the Word of God. Because I need for it to be real in my life. Each time I hear a sermon, I’m looking for practical ways to use it in my everyday life. I…

I love love.  I really, truly do.  I’m a sucker for the traditional romantic gestures.  Send me flowers.  Make me a compilation of the best love songs.  Feed me an extravagant meal by candlelight.  Fly me to a tropical location on a whim.  I’m here for it. When you hear the term, “my first love” who comes to mind?  The super saints will instantly holler “Jesus!”  They’ve been saved and filled with the Holy Ghost all their lives, so they don’t have carnal thoughts.  They don’t think of the boy who wrote a note with 2 boxes.  The note that said, “Do you like me?  Check ‘yes’ or ‘no.’”  They…

Gather round children.  I’m going to tell you a story.  Although it might seem fictional to you, I can assure you it’s very real.  The story took place on Monday of this week.  The rain was falling.  Fitz, my cat, was cuddled at my feet as I typed on the computer.  I was working on completing blogs for this week.  I was searching for a picture to match Tuesday’s blog when I ran across a picture that I didn’t remember seeing before. Two people appeared in the picture.  A young girl with beautiful, long hair striking a pose in her fashionably ripped jean shorts.  Behind her, striking an equally enthusiastic…

I’ve mentioned before that I don’t like failure.  It unsettles me.  It makes me feel less than.  You may have realized that I’m super critical of myself.  My idea of failure is sometimes different.  But I have a perfect example of a time that I failed miserably.  It’s not debatable.  It’s just a fact. I’ve been driving since I was like five.  No, my feet couldn’t reach the pedals.  But ya’ll know I was raised in the country.  It was just us out there.  When we were almost home, my mama would put me in her lap and let me “steer” us to the house.  I was thrilled! My aunt…