My Love Letters

I fell in love through correspondence. Not online, but through paper and ink.  I met my pen-pal weeks earlier on a domestic flight. We attended neighboring colleges and reconnected over a few coffee dates before our summer schedules began. Airlines may have parted us internationally, but air letters endeared us emotionally. The outside of our letters were nothing special. Called …

Suffering? No, Thank You.

Haven’t you enjoyed Karen’s posts? She returns with us again today with her frank discussion on something we all dread – suffering. Thanks, Karen. Missed either of Karen’s first two posts?  For His Glory Laying Down My Life, Uh…Afternoon —————————— The things we say, the things we sing,  the things we shout, but do we mean?   ENTER THE WORSHIP …