Ripples offers a writer options: verb or noun. Action or object. Generosity drives ripples in both of those parallel universes. It ripples into ripples.
There will be a day when death and its flunkeys of crying, mourning and pain no longer hold court. Jesus promises the old order of such will disappear.
Christians shun from using His name in public, and the public cringes if you do. Yet Jesus is the only source of true hope and joy, especially in times of crises.
It’s a quirky Bible verse of sorts. Especially out of context. “Since you reject it and do not consider yourselves worthy of eternal life, we now turn to the Gentiles.” (Acts 13.46)
Many of my family and friends live in oil. Not the Young Living or Essentials kind. I’m talking Black Gold. Texas Tea.
The produce section of the grocery store Friday morning resembled a human version of a dirt track race: every masked cart driver for him or herself.
My grandma was born in 1920. She grew up during the depression, on rocky farmland in central Texas. Frugal became a life-long core value.
