My friend Brad has a daughter named Elizabeth. When Elizabeth was one year old, Brad and his wife taught her some sign language. For the word please, they chose to have her rub her chest.
When I coached high school volleyball, one of the games we played in practice was called Queen of the Court, the goal of which is simple: gain and keep the lead.
In the first few moments of the movie, we watched her light up and ask hard questions as her beautiful mama told her stories at bedtime. Brave curiosity and fearless adventure twinkled in her eyes as she ran about and soaked in the activities and people of the all-female,
Knowing her soul was filled with sorrow, I sent my girlfriend a few texts with links to worship songs, hoping they would cover her grieving heart with comfort.
When I was swept up in the whimsical world of wedding planning every detail mattered. I was excited to be marrying Brad Smith and wanted our wedding day to be a magical springboard to a life filled with amazing adventures and deep years of God-centered love.
Debbie felt worthless for years. She was verbally abused and emotionally abandoned in her marriage from the very beginning, but Debbie stayed in the marriage for years, though she was wronged and mistreated.
I admit, I’m a sucker for the makeover shows. It doesn’t matter what kind… home makeovers, fashion makeovers… or even the shows that take a person from drab to fab.
Long, long ago, royalty would send letters and packages with trusted servants, often having sealed their personal communications with wax and a signet ring. Before our current American postal system was in place,
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