I’m still trying to wrap my brain around everything that happened this weekend. How did I end up on a runway in Trump International Hotel wearing a couture gown made by designer Andre Soriano?!
Sometime in our lives we are all the “One.” The one God came after and left the proverbial ninety-nine in doing so.
I sat in my husband’s office yesterday listening to him share about a church someone recommended to him. Being the vigilant theologian I am, I immediately knew what was off just by the denomination.
There’s really no good way to start this article other than to jump right in and acknowledge the chasmic divide on the issue.
Last night I realized that my current favorite worship song requires only 4 chords on the guitar!!! Needless to say I spent a little while worshipping and crying because, let’s be honest… who doesn’t cry when Reckless Love comes on?!
I am not here to put my two cents in on what Cosby may or may not have done. I trust the Lord will sort that out and work in our justice system as necessary. I am, however, glad to hear that there is a retrial on the horizon.
Six years and one day ago I was baptized. Spiritually, I felt like the chic in this photo… but with really cold bubbles ’cause my pastor thought it was funny to dunk us in freezing water. (Just kidding, but it was legit COLD!)