Faith Five Ways

I don’t know if he will. But I believe he can.

Not Done Yet

What does Christian hope look like? May I suggest:

In April 2016, I learned I have Multiple Sclerosis.

The twentieth day of the first month is unique for a specific nation every four years. People are watching.

And God’s listening.

I honestly don’t know how else to say it.

Strange. That’s the only word I can think of to describe how I’ve felt today.

It was early Wednesday. That first one.

When a baby arrives, we get excited. Rightly so.

A kid conceived to unwed parents, delivered by a teenage mom, whose dad wasn’t really his dad, and the government wanted to kill him.

It made me smile. And happy. And when 2020 has our noses and the water line duking it out, happy is good.