As a teenager, I attended a large revival. It was actually called a crusade and held at the coliseum of Mississippi Delta Junior College in Moorehead. Several prominent lay people from various denominations in the delta had pooled resources to launch the idea. Churches from a wide geographic area were invited to help sponsor and support the event providing choir members, volunteers and buses to … Continue reading To see or not to see
Who am I? I am restless, pacing, wondering, reaching. I want to know who I am. Years of care, love at its best, have been lavished on me and yet, I am trying to slowly sort through these feelings that often lay heavy on me. It’s not that I don’t want to be loved, to be embraced, but sometimes I feel caught by it, overwhelmed … Continue reading identity
My oldest suggested I run a series on feeding hungry boys. Great idea! So, here’s the first of more to come.
I’ll be honest I’m not a big fan of “parenting” books. I’m not even a fan of the word “parenting.” It seems pejorative to me, as if raising children is a “project” that we can master and complete. What mother or father’s task is ever done?
I thought it might be inspiring if our family had a word for the new year, something that might define us, guide us, challenge us in our choices and our journey. So, I offered the idea to my clan (1 husband, 3 boys and 2 girls). I explained the intent and their minds began to ponder the possibilities. Continue reading “A Word for the New Year”
Florence Brooks 