It is Saturday. The day between Good Friday and Easter. And it makes me wonder, as I sit here in my apartment in good ol’ Oklahoma, what that first Saturday was like… Friday had came and went, Filled with the angry, prideful shouts of man “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” Men willing to trade an innocent man - One who spent His time on this earth, though God, Serving, healing, teaching, and loving - For a murderer. A man full of sin like you and me. And as Pilot washes his hands of

I had a WHOLE post written up about the importance of developing a rhythm of rest within out lives but delayed posting it because once again I found myself ill. Yet, I find God had purpose even in the waiting - as He usually does. See, on Sunday my husband and I attended our little Oklahoma church and the message was on the Christmas story - something I have heard hundreds of times over the years - particularly focusing on Mary and Joseph. And, the pastor did so in a way I ha

Change [v] make someone or something different; alter or modify. [n] the act or instance of making or becoming different. Last Friday my husband and I climbed into our loaded vehicles and made the 7.5-hour drive to our new home: Fredericksburg Virginia. We drove through the flat roads of Ohio, cruised across bridges and boarders, winded through the mountains, and finally sat in bumper-to-bumper traffic before crossing the finish line to our home. Sunshine and warm weather gre