I wrote this post as I walked in circles and pushed a stroller in front of Ulta. I know that’s, perhaps, the strangest introductory sentence I’ve ever written, but it’s actually quite appropriate considering all that’s transpired over the last few weeks. Natalie had made an appointment to get her hair colored, so I took control of Lydia to make sure she didn’t exercise her lungs too much.
I figured I’d retell this short story with a little added commentary because I believe that what occurred is extremely beneficial for all to hear. And besides that, even just recalling it now gets me enthused and excited about the gospel.
An announcement regarding my show, “Ministry Minded,” which is getting a new schedule in light of recent developments in my own ministry endeavors.
There’s something ominous about the idea of change. Even though the change taking place might be good, very good even, the uncertainty of the future is always a little daunting. Any transition or life-change has a way of upsetting your comfortableness with the way things are to prepare you for something new. And this newness is the source of both fear and hope. Fear of the unknown and hope in the One who’s already there.
What follows is a complete list of all the books I’ve read this past year. They’re listed alphabetically, as I’m trying to refrain from “ranking” them as opposed to recommending them in general.
Merry Christmas, readers! Thank you so much for sticking with me this past year. I’m looking forward to many more exciting things to come in 2017.
One of the oddities and ironies of modern cinema is its bleak outlook on the future of mankind. If you were to watch the majority of films that depict our world in the years to come, the hope would be scarce, and the metal would be in abundance.
Last Saturday, October 15, my Poppy went home to be with the Lord. Fortunately, I was able to see him and speak to him before he passed. I was also asked to share something at the funeral proceedings.
As I write these words down, I in no way intend to add additional noise to an already loud situation, in which many opinions have been shouted and spouted off as virtuous when they’re actually filled with nothing but vitriol.
I wake up at 5 AM, 7 days a week. This is done with the good intentions to do either some reading or writing during the quiet waking hours of the day.