At some point in my adult life, I decided to rewrite Psalm 23. Not my best decision. Or even a good decision. In fact, it’s one of my worst decisions. David was its original author. You remember David, right? He killed a giant by slinging a stone at his forehead. He was the King of Israel, a skillful musician, a shepherd, a warrior, and the author of 71 books in the Bible. And although David certainly messed up in big ways, he was called “a man after God’s own heart.” Yeah, he is kind of a big deal. I should have never Continue Reading
Whatever We Need
I had one pet growing up. It was a pig. His name was George. And may I just say, it delighted my father a whole bunch. For my dad, who lived and breathed farming, teaching, FFA (Future Farmers of America), and all things fields and farm animals, he was most definitely in his happy place when he was teaching us about raising pigs. My sister, Julie, had a pig too. I don’t remember his name. Showing my pig was part of my 4-H experience. (In case you are more city girl than farm girl, “showing my pig” means I would haul it in the back of Continue Reading