Jesus does not come to see how we will welcome Him. He does not come to make a list of who is bad or good because there is no list. Only a book of life. And He has come to write our names in that book.
Prodigal at the Well
She was the talk of the town. Everyone knew her for all the wrong reasons. While most sought shelter from the scorching sun, shuffling feet kicked up sand and dirt as they scurried to gather water under the sweltering heat.
Remembering to Forget
The wound on my hand would not let me forget what happened. The crackled and blistered strip of skin was a memento of the searing pain I felt that day. For the remainder of that year, I was constantly reminded of what I had done.
Tell the Easter Bunny How Much You’ve Grown
I was walking through a mall recently, and all the spring decorations and colors were starting to appear. It was refreshing to see the fresh colors and a change of scenery as I strolled through the mall.