Took a deep breath. Called the bomb squad. I use a small bowl but a large whisk. When I put the bowl down, the whisk falls out and drips batter on the counter. The dead of winter is proving to be the perfect time for spiritual renewal, with several opportunities coming in the next few weeks.
Compassion is easier done than defined.
The Rev. J. Robert Ashcroft sat on a deep couch, while others stood to lay hands on his son's head in an ancient dedication rite. Facing life as a single parent, plus questions about her husband's mysterious disappearance, Beth Cox decided to move to Franklin, Tenn., from Southern California. In our small Virginia congregation it's customary each Sunday for members to share personal needs and ask for prayers from the rest of us. Forgotten Bible became key to driver's peace Most of the misplaced objects in our house are a result of my displaced mind. A half-full mug of coffee disappears, only to reappear hours later in my son's room where I put it down to help him find his shoe.