Sinful Food

I went to the grocery store this morning and was confronted with sin in an unexpected way. No, I didn’t covet someone else’s cart full of goodness. No, I didn’t get irritated with the bag boy. No, I didn’t pocket something extra without paying for it. I bought sinful produce. At least that is how it was…

Magic Shoes

I own magic shoes. They can’t take me home if I click them three times like Dorothy’s. They don’t have braces to straighten out my back, like Forrest’s. They don’t bring Princes searching for me, like Cinderella’s. My shoes are magic because they remind me of the power of small steps all added together. For…

Justice and God

Ever since I attended Passion last year, my ears have pricked up when I hear the word “justice.” I heard about the atrocities in the world in real and all too near ways. Passion focused on the plight of 27 million men, women, and children in the world who are currently in slavery.  There is…