I once listened to a talk on the foundations of contemporary discipleship given by a scholar and apologist. Toward the end of his lecture, the apologist spoke of a conversation he had with a former Muslim who had become a Christian.
“Mom! We have to go buy sponge rollers! They’re incredible! Last night, before we went to bed, Mrs. Robertson rolled our hair in sponge rollers and when we woke up this morning our hair was curly!
There was a time I would hide in the bathroom for an ounce of quiet and reprieve. An intense time when diapers drooped, binkies bobbled and toddlers toddled all over the busy,
Several years ago, I was invited to speak and sing in Tennessee at a women’s event. I was extra excited because my daughter Kennedy was able to join me.
After lightning struck and the fire destroyed seventy percent of my home, we rebuilt. Every item seared, soaked and smoked was lifted and sifted. Ashes were removed. All things broken and tattered were excavated and evaluated in pursuit of total renewal and restoration.
It’s not every day you come close to death. Especially when you’re young.
It was a beautiful spring day in Akron, Ohio. I’d just gotten off work and was excited to meet with a manager of the restaurant where the rehearsal dinner for my wedding would be held.
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